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Kathleen Mavourneen 



A ROMANTIC IRISH DRAMA 
IN FOUR ACTS 

This famous drama, revised and re- 
written, with new material and 
full stage directions for pro- 
duction on the professional 
and amateur stage. 

BY 
MARIE DORAN 



Copyright, 1918, by 
Fitzgerald Publishing Corporation 



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KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN 



CHARACTERS 

Kathleen O'Connor David's daughter 

Miss Dorothy Kavanagh TJie Squire's sister 

Kitty O 'Laverty A maid 

Bernard Kavanagh Country Squire 

Terence O'More Katlileen's sweetheart 

David 'Connor An old Irish farmer 

Father Cassidy The parish priest 

Bill Button Cap .A country youth 

Black Rody A ruffian 

Red Barney A ruffian 

Jailer 

NOTE : By doubling this can be played by six male 
and three female characters. The doubles which fall 
naturally are 'Connor and Cassidy ; Red Barney and 
Jailer. 

Time. — See Costumes. Locality. — Ireland. 
Time of Playing. — A full evening. 

SCENE PLOT 

ACT I. 

Interior of David O'Connor's farmhouse in Ireland. 
This is a combination kitchen and dining-room in an 
Irish home. It may be made quaint as circumstances 
permit. Door in r. flat at back. Door in l. flat down 
stage. Window in c. of back flat. Ceiling piece if avail- 
able, if not, use interior borders. Interior backing for 



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door L. Exterior backing for door r. and window. 
Wood drop with strip of lake, if available. Large fire- 
place and fire grate at r., if available. 

ACT II. 

Exterior of Kavanagh's home. Pretty garden ex- 
terior. Wood wings. Ripple drop, if available, or wood 
drop. Foliage borders and foliage or rock pieces to 
mask in. Entrance to the house is on l., indicated only 
by two or three broad steps, with balustrade. Set for 
a terrace effect. Entrances clear. 

ACT III. 

Same scene as ACT II. The curtain will be lowered 
for two minutes between Scenes I and II, to denote pass- 
ing of time. 

ACT IV. 

Same scene as ACT I. 

COSTUMES AND CHARACTERISTICS 

This drama is a romance and tells the story of a dream. 
It affords ample opportunity for variation. 

The characters may dress in quaint Irish costumes of 
any period, not too ancient, or they may dress in the 
costumes of to-day. In either case they should be as 
picturesque as possible, especially the costumes worn by 
Kathleen. 

Kathleen. Act I.— She can wear tuck-up of flow- 
ered material, with old garden hat. Act II.— Pale and 
despondent, in sharp contrast to her former gay man- 
ner. She wears a pretty garden dress of white. Act 
III, Scene I. — The same, or change. Scene II. — Sub- 
dued, probably gray. Act IV.— Exactly as she was 
dressed at end of Act I. 



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Kitty, A maid's costume, simple but pretty. Cape 
and veil or scarf for Act III. Act IV. Light, pretty 
dress. 

Dorothy. Speaks in good English. Handsomely 
dressed all through. 

RoDY. Is a repulsive-looking ruffian in shabby 
clothes; coarse manners; his brogue is thick and harsh. 
He keeps his cap on and puffs a pipe. 

Bill. A country youth. The scenes in which Bill 
figures are broad comedy; they should be played with 
as much comedy effect as possible. 

The men's costumes depend upon the period of the 
play and it remains with them to harmonize. If a cos- 
tume period is adopted wigs will be necessary. The 
play very clearly indicates the time of day and appro- 
priate dressing. 

PROPERTIES 
ACT I 

Rag carpet or rag rugs on floor. Kitchen furniture, 
consisting of a medium-sized oval table, cupboard, 
kitchen chairs, arm-chair and a good-sized wooden 
bench with a back. Two pillows with faded covers on 
bench. Small stand with a plant in bloom in window. 
Neat cover on table. Have on cupboard ready to use, 
two plates, two cups and saucers, two tea spoons, sugar 
spoon, sugar bowl with sugar, cream pitcher containing 
cream. Have on table an earthen pitcher filled with 
clean water, three tumblers, and a glass towel. Neat 
curtain across window. Red glow in fireplace. O'Con- 
nor's cap on cupboard. 

Neat small white apron, small bunch of wild flowers 
and a sprig of shamrock, and a tray containing a small 
plate of cakes and a pot of tea ready to serve, for 
Kathleen. 

Red cloak for Dorothy. 

Letter, diamond ring in sealed envelope, pipe, and a 
flask of whiskey for O'Connor. 

Bird whistle off r. 



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ACT II 

Rustic garden furniture, consisting of table, two or 
more chairs, settee, any other garden furniture avail- 
able, such as urns, statuary, etc. 

Bound book on table for Kathleen. 

Cigar (to smoke) and letter in envelope for Kav- 

ANAGH. 

Large dark shawl for Kitty. This must be large 
enough to cover Bill Button Cap. 

Paper (marriage certificate) for Father Cassidy. 
Pipe and tobacco for Black Rody. 

ACT III 

Scene I. — Purse (pocket-book to open easily) contain- 
ing eight or ten English notes, for Kavanagh. 

Spade and pick, coins, and knife (this should be of 
good size) for Rody. 

Spade and pick, and large flask of whiskey for Bar- 
ney. 

Box with plenty of fresh earth, off r. 

Scene II. — Two guns for guards. 

Handcuffs, with good length of chain, for Terence. 

Organ, or phonograph with organ record, to play off 
R., also a bell to toll off r. 

ACT IV 

Small prayer book for Kitty. 

Letter and ring (of Act I) for Kathleen. 

Bird whistle off r. 

STAGE DIRECTIONS 

As seen by a performer on the stage, facing the audi- 
ence, R. means right-hand ; l. left-hand ; c. center of the 
stage; R. c. right of center; l. c. left of center; up, 
toward rear of stage ; down, toward the footlights ; d. r., 
door right ; d. l., door left. 



KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN 



ACT I 

Scene.— JfikTien of tJie O'Connor Jiome in Ireland. 
Door in r. flat at hack. Window c. at hack with a 
neat curtain drawn across. Door l. down stage. 
Interior hacking at L. door, outside wiridow and 
door UP R. a view of the garden and a strip of lake, 
if availahle. Place a large open fireplace down r. 
witJi cJieery fire, if availahle. An old arm-cJiair 
in front of fireplace. Oval tahle with neat cover 
DOWN stage l. of center. Kitchen chairs R. and L. 
of tahle. Down r. a good-sized hench with a hack; 
two or three cushions on hench. A cupboard with 
dishes and utensils hetween window and door up r. 
Floor may he covered with rag carpet or rag rugs, 
one in front of hench. Pitcher, glasses and towel 
on tahle. Neat white apron for Kathleen on hack 
of a chair. O'Connor's cap on cuphoard. Small 
stand with a plant in hloom at window or on win- 
dow sill. LIGHTS ON FULL. DISCOVERED 
David O'Connor, standing r. of table polishing a 
tumhler. 

NOTE. — Bernard Kavanagh and Dorothy speak in 
good English ; all other characters in varying degrees of 
Irish brogue. 

O'Connor {puffing his pipe and scrutinizing the 
tumhler). Begorra! I wonder who washed this goblet 



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in soap suds! 'Tis a foine job they made o' it. (Call- 
ing) Kathleen {Looking around) Where the divil is 
Kathleen? Are ye standin' outside waggin' yer tongue 
whin ye should be afther cleanin' up afore his honor 
comes? (Kathleen is lieard outside d. r., singing a 
snatcli of an Irisli song) Are ye comin', or are ye not? 
{Facing door) 

ENTER Kathleen d. r., singing and carrying a small 
hunch of ivild flowers witli a sprig of sJiararoch. 

Kathleen. Yis, father, I'm here — as fast as me 
feet '11 fetch me — were ye lookin' for me? {Advaricing 
to c.) 

O'Connor {advancing, polishing tJie goblet). I was 
— d'ye moind it's Saint Patrick's Eve? 

Kathleen. I know that. 

O'Connor. Thin if ye do, ye know that Squire 
Kavanagh may drop in, an' a bit of a tidin' up ye should 
be doin'! 

Kathleen. Glory! Are ye expectin' his honor? 
{Taking off lier liat and tossing it on bench R. c.) Maybe 
his sister, Miss Dorothy '11 be comin' along wid him! 
(Xing hastily to table l., arranging chair at table) 

O'Connor (c, facing Kathleen). What have ye in 
the house to drink? 

Kathleen. Drink? {Picking up pitcher from table) 
Spring water — I pumped it meself. 

O'Connor. Water? {In disgust) Do ye think his 
lordship '11 be afther wantin' thet tasteless stuff? {A 
step to R. c, rubbing the tumbler vigorously) 

Kathleen. Well, thin, I have milk 

O'Connor {comic indignation). Milk, is it? for a 
man six feet in his stockings ! Be gob ! 'tis an insult to 
spake of it! {Blowing on the goblet and polishing it 
recklessly) 

Kathleen {advancing a step). Well, thin, I have 
tay 

O'Connor. Tay! {Highly indignant) Tay! It's 



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losin' yer sinses ye are — an' mighty little ye have to 
spare. {Advancing a step toward Kathleen) 

Kathleen {advancing ^ laughing as she pats O'Con- 
nor on the arm). Shame on ye, father — 'tis no strong 
drink ye '11 get, nor his honor. Didn't Father Cassidy 
preach ye a sermon on the evils of intimperance? 

O'Connor {coinic evasion) ^ I niver heard a word 
of it! 

Kathleen. Ye were snorin' whin he said it, an* 
everybody in the church lookin' at ye! {Laughing as 
she turns up to cupboard where she leaves her flowers) 
Would ye like a bit 0' shamrock to put in yer coat, 
father? {Taking a sprig from the bouquet and advanc- 
ing DOWN to R. of c.) 

O'Connor. I would not. (Xing to table, where he 
leaves goblet and toivel) I'd like something strong to 
wet me whistle. {Advancing to c. a step) Begorra! 
if I can't get it inside me own house, I know where I 
can get it outside! {Turning toward d. r.) 

Kathleen. Ye '11 meet Father Cassidy in the lane — I 
was just talkin' to him, and he asked me if ye were 
keepin' sober. {Laughing as she pins the shamrock in 
her dress) Ye'd better stay, father, and have some of 
the beautiful tay that cost siven shillings a pound — 
and I baked some cakes that'll make ye thirsty — for 
tay! {Laughing as she xes to table l. c, taking the 
apron from chair and putting it on. Then she folds 
the towel neatly and draws the goblets out of the way) 

O'Connor {disconcerted and a bit irritated, standing 
near d. r., rubs his head and looks at Kathleen) Are 
ye shure Father Cassidy is out beyant? {Jerking his 
thumb toward outside) 

Kathleen. I am. Better stay where ye are or his 
Riverence'll be orderin' ye to church to pray for yer 
sins! (O'Connor sighs dolefidly and goes down near 
fireplace) 

Kavanagh {off R.) Here, boy, hold the reins — care- 
ful ! That horse is skittish ! 

Kathleen. Father ! There 's the Squire ! ( Turning 



10 Kathleen Mavourneen 

quickly toward window) And Miss Dorothy with him! 
But she's the foine lady thet knows all about parties 
and balls — and I niver was to one in me whole life! 
{Dancing a step or two down c.) Oh, my, how do I look 
for sich illigant folks! Straighten yer collar, father! 
(O'Connor jerks collar around) Brush yer hair! 
(O'Connor rumples Ms Jiair) And stand up straight! 
(O'Connor straightens in extravagant manner, Kath- 
leen imitating) And spake as civil as yer tongue will 
let ye! 

ENTER Bernard Kavanagh d. r., followed hy Dorothy 
Kavanagh; site carries a long red cloak over Tier 
arm. 

O'Connor (bowing awkwardly) . Yer honor. 

Kathleen (l. of c, bowing to Dorothy). Your 
ladyship. (O'Connor repeats tJie action of straigJiten- 
ing Ms collar and brusMng Ms Jiair, making matters 
worse) 

Kavanagh {advancing to c). Thank you; nothing 
gives me more pleasure than visiting my tenants — espe- 
cially when they have pretty daughters. {Boiving to 
Kathleen ) 

Kathleen {bowing bashfully). Oh, your honor! 

Dorothy (down c). And this is Kathleen! {Look- 
ing at her critically) Quite a blooming young woman! 

Kathleen. Bloomin', ma'am — like a cabbage! 

Kavanagh. Like a rose! {Bowing to Kathleen) 

Kathleen. Oh, Squire! you're teasin' me! {Laugh- 
ing) 

Kavanagh. Indeed, I am in earnest. {Advancing a 
step) Won't you give me that sprig of shamrock you 
are wearing next your heart? 

Kathleen. 'Tis not me heart — 'tis me chist, an' I'll 
be after keepin' it if your lordship don't mind. {Re- 
treating a step) 

Dorothy {her manner affected). The roads are 
abominably dusty. (To Kathleen) I would like to 



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wash my hands if you will be good enough to show me 
to an apartment. 

Kathleen {puzzled). Apartment, is it? Faith, I 
have none, but there's a room in there — {Indicating l.) 
— as clean as a pin. I scrubbed it meself. Will your 
ladyship come in? {Advancing to d. l.) 

Dorothy. Thank you. {Advancing. As site passes 
the cJiair at table l. she leaves the cloak on hack of chair, 
then continues to d. l.) 

Kathleen {at d.l,.). Go right in, ma'am — ye '11 find 
water in the pitcher, soap in the dish, and a clean towel 
on the rack. 

Dorothy. Quite a housekeeper for so young a girl. 

[EXIT D. L. 

Kathleen. Yis, ma'am — I 've had to work all me life. 
{Advancing to L. c.) 

Kavanagh (c.) Is that so? Not much time for en- 
joyment? 

Kathleen. No, sir — me poor mother died whin I 
was a wee bit of a baby — me father's been takin' care o' 
me since I could talk, and now I 'm takin ' care o ' him ! 

O'Connor (r. ahove fireplace). Kathleen is a good 
child — may the saints bless her. 

Kavanagh. I am glad to hear it. 

Kathleen. Will your lordship have something to 
drink? {Turning to table l., lifting pitcher of water) 

Kavanagh. Yes, I would like a glass of whiskey. 

Kathleen. Whiskey! Here it is! {Filling glass 
with water) 

Kavanagh. That looks like water! 

Kathleen. And it tastes like water. {Extending 
glass) 'Tis nature's own prescription, good for man 
and beast! 

Kavanagh. Well, I don't care much for it, but from 
your hand — {Taking glass) — it will taste like the nectar 
of the gods! {Bowing as he takes a sip of water) 

Kathleen. Will it now! Sure, I wish I could talk 
like that — nectar of the gods! {Laughing) Can yoi' 
buy it? 



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Kavanagh {laughing). No — it is only a figure of 
speech, complimentary, of course. 

Kathleen (puzzled). Complimentary — I know! 
Like a free ticket to a Punch and Judy show. (Kava- 
nagh lauglis as he gives her the goblet) Will ye have 
some more? (Taking glass, still full of water) 

Kavanagh. No, thank you. If your father is not 
busy, I want to show him some work I would like to 
have him superintend across the field. 

O'Connor. At your service. Squire. (Turning up 
to door) 

Kathleen. Here, father, take your cap and put it 
on, so ye won't get freckles on top of your head. (Pick- 
ing up the cap from cupboard, she puts it on O'Con- 
nor's head, backwards) 

'Connor. Go on wid ye — f reckels on top o ' me head ! 
(Straightening his cap) I'm ready, your lordship. 

[EXIT D. R. 

Kathleen (to Kavanagh). Me father's that tryin', 
he's like a baby! 

Kavanagh. Kathleen, there is something I want to 

speak to you about (Advancing, about to take her 

hand) I want to tell you 

ENTER Dorothy d. l. 

Kathleen. Here's your sister. (Xing a step, fac- 
ing Dorothy. Kavanagh turns a step up toward door. 
To Dorothy) Is there anything more ye'd like to have, 
ma 'am ? 

Dorothy. If it is not too much trouble, I would 
like a cup of tea. (Advancing to r. of table) 

Kathleen. Yis, your ladyship, ye shall have a keg 
o' it. (Xing quickly to d. l.) Make yourself comfort- 
able and I'll be back in a twinkle. 

[EXIT running d. l. 

Kavanagh. What a delightful girl she is! (Look- 
ing after Kathleen) For the first time in my life, I 
feel timid in the presence of this rustic beauty. 



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Dorothy. Don't lose your head, brother; remeniber 
the difference in your station and hers. {Around in 
front of table to L. of table, seating Jierself) 

Kavanagh. One may amuse oneself without being 
taken seriously. {Advancing to d. r.) I will leave you 
to your tea and the charming society of Kathleen. 

[EXIT D. R. 

RE-ENTER Kathleen from d. l., carrying small tray 
with tea pot, tea ready to drink, and plate of cakes. 

Kathleen. I hope you're not dyin' o' the hunger, 
ma'am. {Advancing to table l. ivJiere sJie places the 
tray) And if ye are, ye can make up for it — ^look at 
that! {Lifting plate of cakes from tray) I made thim 
with me own hands, and they '11 melt in your mouth ! 

Dorothy. They look tempting. 

Kathleen. 'Tis the kind 0' timptation that's good 
for ye. Try it! {Extending cakes to Dorothy) 

Dorothy. Thank you. {Taking cake and eating it) 

Kathleen. Wait a bit, I '11 fetch ye a plate. {Leav- 
ing cakes on table near Dorothy, she turns quickly to 
cupboard and brings to table a plate and the sugar bowl, 
placing the plate before Dorothy) I had no idy your 
ladyship was comin', or sure I would have everything 
ready on the table! Do you like it strong? {Looking 
in tea spot, then going quickly to cupboard, bringing to 
table a cup and saucer, spoons and cream) 

Dorothy. Yes, rather! 

Kathleen {imitating Dorothy's affected manner of 

speech). Rather — rather Oh, I can't say that at 

all at all! {Laughing) 

Dorothy {repeating). Rather — it quiets my nerves. 

Kathleen. Nerves, is it? {Pouring tea for Dorothy) 
Something I niver had. Terry says 'tis only rich folks 
that has nerves, and it 's due to their fast way ' livin ' — 
askin' your ladyship's pardon! 

Dorothy. Who is Terry? {Sipping her tea) 

Kathleen {innocent surprise). Don't you know 



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Terry? Have some sugar. {Passing sugar howl) And 
ye don't know Terry! Have some cream. {Passing 
cream pitcher) I thought everybody knew Terry! 
Have another cake. {Passing plate of cakes. Dorothy 
Jias put sugar and cream in her tea and finished her first 
cake. She takes another and eats it) Terry? Sure, 
Terry's Terence O'More — he bothers the soul o' me 
with his blarney — faith, your brother has a taste o' it 
on the tip o' his tongue. Have some more tay, will ye, 
ma'am? {Pouring tea in Dorothy's cup) 

Dorothy. How did you learn the art of making such 
perfect tea? {Drinking) 

Kathleen. It comes as natural as measles comes to 
the pigs. Have some more sugar. {Putting heaping 
spoonful in Dorothy's tea) 

Dorothy. Thank you — I don 't care for it very sweet. 

Kathleen. Neither do I — five or six spoons is all I 
can stand. {Putting more sugar in tea) Have another 
cake. {Passing cakes. Dorothy takes one and eats it) 

Dorothy. Are you going to take a cup, Kathleen? 

Kathleen. Glory, ma 'am ! I niver could eat at the 
same table with your ladyship. (Dorothy looks at her 
in sharp surprise) I mane — I'm not good enough. 
Have some more cream. {Pouring creayn in Dorothy's 
cup) 

Dorothy. Thanks, just a little. 

Kathleen. Don't be bashful, ma'am — help yourself. 
{Offering cake again) 

Dorothy. I really don't think I can eat any more. 
{Taking cake, eating) 

Kathleen. I can see ye have a poor appetite — a 
little more tea, ma'am? {Pouring tea) Be the time ye 
drink eight or ten cups, ye '11 feel fine. 

Dorothy. I insist upon you drinking with me. 

Kathleen. Do ye? That's kind o' ye. {Going to 
cupboard, bringing to table another cup and saucer) 
A fine lady like ye to be invitin' me to tea — it's like a 
fairy story. {At r. of table, pouring tea for herself) 
Faith, your ladyship 's life must be like that — nothing to 



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do but amuse yourself. {She sits r. of table, absent- 
mindedly putting a great deal of sugar in Tier cup as 
sTie continues to talk in lively fashion; she stirs tea, but 
does not drink it) 

Dorothy. Amusing oneself may be quite as tiresome 
as work. 

Kathleen. I niver get tired 0' work, and I don't 
think I'd get tired amusin' meself — would your lady- 
ship tell me some of the ways? * 

Dorothy. First, I awake in the morning. 

Kathleen. That's the very thing I do meself! 

Dorothy. Then, I collect my faculties. 

Kathleen (puzzled). Your what? 

Dorothy. Faculties. 

Kathleen (bewildered). Oh! that must be hard 
work! Have another drop. (Pouring tea in Dorothy's 
cup) 

Dorothy. A life of ease is very delightful — ^up to a 
certain point, and then — (Affectation) — it bores one! 

Kathleen. Does it now! (Imitating in affected 
manner) It bores one! (Laughing) It would never 
bore me to be singin' and dancin' and enjoyin' meself 
the whole day long. . . . Have another cake — you're 
not eatin' anything at all at all. (Passing cakes. Dor- 
othy takes the cake and eats) And after ye wake up 
and collect your — your — ^what was that ye were col- 
lectin'? 

Dorothy. Faculties. 

Kathleen. That's it — what do ye do next? 

Dorothy. Ring for my maid, who dresses me. 

Kathleen (looking at her in astonishment). Dresses 
ye ? Glory be to the angels ! can 't ye dress yourself ? 

Dorothy. No fashionable lady dresses herself. 

Kathleen. I forgot — you're a fashionable lady — 
(Laughing) — and I'm not. So I pull on me stockings 
and me shoes, and twist up me hair, and say me prayers 
— faith, who says your prayers for ye? 

Dorothy. Prayers? I always say them myself. 
(With pride) And I wash my own face and hands! 



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Kathleen. Do ye! Ain't that killin'! Have an- 
other cup. {Pouring tea) Ye must be wore out with 
so much exercise. 

Dorothy. Then I go to the breakfast room 

Kathleen. I suppose ye have no appetite for eatin'? 

Dorothy. Very little. {Drinking tea and eating 
cake) 

Kathleen. I wonder what's the matter with this 
tay? I can't get enough sugar in it. {Putting in more 
sugar) 

Dorothy. Then I read a little, embroider a little, 
play the piano 

Kathleen. A little 



Dorothy. Next, I drive, pay visits, return home, 
dress for dinner, drive, undress, and dress again for the 
evening. 

Kathleen. Arrah, ye seem to be doin' nothin' but 
dress an' undress — hooks and eyes, and eyes and hooks 
from mornin ' till night. Ye must have a lot o ' dresses ? 

Dorothy. Dozens ! 

Kathleen {astonished). Dozens o' dresses! And 
me Avith only this to me back, and a plain white one 
to wear to church on Sundays and feast days! {Rising) 
I wish I could live like your ladyship ! I'd go to a ball 
every evenin', and dance till midnight ! {Dancing a few 
steps) 

Dorothy. You must not get foolish notions, Kath- 
leen. {Rising) 

Kathleen (c). Ye may call it foolish, ma'am, but 
I do be wishin' an' wishin' for a big house an' dresses, 
an' satin slippers with bows on them! 

ENTER Kavanagh d. r. 

Dorothy {light laugh). Satin slippers with bows! 
{Advancing down in front of table) 

Kathleen. And roses in me hair and a gold chain 
on me neck and a bracelet ! Oh ! wouldn 't I love it ! 

Kavanagh. Roses in your hair {Advancing 

DOWN to R. of c.) 



Kathleen Mavourneen 17 

Kathleen {observing Kavanagh). Oh — it's the 
Squire. I niver saw him! 

Kavanagh {smiling at Kathleen). And a gold 
chain ! 

Kathleen. Don't be laughin' at me sir — I was only- 
talking foolish. (Xing to table picking up some dislies) 

Dorothy (xing to c, facing Kavanagh). Kathleen 
fancies she wonld like to be a lady. 

Kathleen. It's me own nonsense, that's all. {Go- 
ing to cupboard with dislies and leaving tliem tJiere) • 

Kavanagh. It is not foolish — it would certainly be 
an easy matter to make a lady of you, pretty Kathleen. 
{Bowing gallantly) 

Kathleen {turning to Mm). Be the powers! your 
honor has a fine gift 0' blarney! 

Kavanagh. I am in earnest. 

Dorothy {rather shrewdly). I am ready to go, 
brother. {To Kathleen) Kathleen 

Kathleen {advancing down to l. above table). Yis, 
ma 'am ? 

Dorothy. I have no satin slippers to give you, but 
I will leave you this cloak. {Indicating cloak on back 
of chair at table) It is a present for you for the tea and 
your attention. 

Kathleen {delighted). A present! This beautiful 
cloak! {Taking it carefully from chair back) For me? 
{Opening and admiring the cloak) 

Dorothy. For you — take good care of it — it was very 
expensive; it may bring you good luck. 

Kathleen. Oh, ma'am. I'm not deservin' of it — 
I'm only a poor farmer's daughter, and I'd look too 
grand in that, — the beauty! 

Kavanagh. Nonsense, Kathleen — wear it — it will 
suit you admirably. 

Kathleen. I thank ye, both 0' ye, and every time I 
wear it to church, I'll say a prayer for ye. 

Dorothy. Come, Bernard. {Turning d. r.) Good- 
bye, Kathleen. 

Kathleen. Good-bye, ma'am, and thank ye a thou- 



1 8 Kathleen Mavourneen 

sand times! {To Kavanagh) Good-bye, your honor. 
(TMs is a careless good-bye to Kavanagh, and Kath- 
leen turns away, lier wliole attention on tlie cloak) 

Kavanagh. Farmer O'Connor will drive you home, 
Dorothy. I have a little more business to attend to here. 
(Glancing at Kathleen) 

Dorothy {in doorway, ratlier sliarp). Indeed! I 
hope it is business, and not sentimental foolishness. 

[EXIT D. R. 

Kathleen (absorbed in admiring tlie cloak). Faith, 
it 's too beautiful to wear by the loikes o ' me ! 

Kavanagh. You underestimate your charms, Kath- 
leen. 

Kathleen (looking up in surprise). Glory! I 
thought I was talkin' to meself. Good-bye, sir, good-bye. 
(In pantomime, a careless gesture as if sliaking liands 
with Jiim, tJien sJie carefully folds tlie cloak, and ad- 
vances UP stage witli it, greatly pleased) 

Kavanagh (light laugh). You seem in a hurry to 
get rid of me. 

Kathleen (up c.). D'ye think so, your honor? 

Kavanagh. Don 't call me ' ' your honor. ' ' 

Kathleen. Why not? Ain't ye the Squire, owner 
o' all the land, and the houses, and horses, and cats and 
dogs? (Continuing to fold the cloak very carefidly) 

Kavanagh. But I want you to forget that, and be 
friends. 

Kathleen. Sure, I'm your friend, Squire — why 
wouldn't I be after gettin' a present like this? (Affec- 
tionately patting the cloak) 

Kavanagh. I heard you say you wanted to be a lady, 
and I want to help you realize your ambition. 

Kathleen (looking at him in surprise). Do ye? 
(Advancing down to bench r. c, passing Kavanagh) 
I don't think ye can. (Laying the cloak carefidly on 
bench) 

Kavanagh (c, facing Kathleen). Why not? 

Kathleen (sitting beside cloak on bench). Bekase, 
I can get up in the mornin ' without anyone helpin ' me ; 



Kathleen Mavourneen 19 

me hair niver wants curlin' — I twist it in a bunch on 
top 0' me head. {Tivisting up Iter curls) I have no 
time for readin' and drivin' — an' sure, nothin' to drive 
but an old goat! (LaugJmig) An' as for dressin' an' 
undressin', I've nothin' to be dressin' in! (Laughing) 
So ye see, I could niver be a lady ! {Looking at tJie cloak 
admiringly) 

Kavanagh. It's easy to buy dresess^ 

Kathleen. Is it? (Rising) Maybe it is for you — 
and that's not all — look at me hands. (Advancing with 
both hands extended) They're red where they ought 
to be white, and there's a bit of a wart on me thumb! 
(Indicating, with a laugh) 

Kavanagh. That could be removed. (Attempting to 
take her hand) 

Kathleen. Could it — with a knife! (Putting her 
hands behind her back) I don't want to be cut up while 
I'mlivin'! 

Kavanagh. Those hands would grow white when they 
cease to work — you would learn elegance and poise, and 
those beautiful curls would be held by a coronet of 
jewels ! 

Kathleen (delighted). Glory be to the saints! 
What would Maggie Mulcahey say if she saw me dressed 
like that! (Laughing) 

Kavanagh. Instead of that homely dress, you would 
have a robe of silk and velvet ! 

Kathleen. Silk and velvet! Sure I'd want more 
than one dress! 

Kavanagh. As many as you could wish, fair Kath- 
leen ! 

Kathleen (advancing a step nearer). And would 
they be trimmed with ribbons, and lace and buttons ? 

Kavanagh. Ribbons, and lace and buttons — yards 
and yards! 

Kathleen. Yards and yards of buttons ! That v/onld 
look funny! (Laughing) 

Kavanagh. I want you to listen seriously, Kathleen. 



20 Kathleen Mavourneen 

This hand — {Taking lier hand) — this little hand would 
wear a diamond ring on every finger 

Kathleen. Oh, Squire, ye 're bamboozlin' me, ye 
are. (Drawing away, lie retains Jier liand, as slie laughs 
heartily) What would I do with diamond rings on me 
fingers — in the wash tub! 

Kavanagh. There would be no more wash tub for 
you, lovely Kathleen! 

Kathleen. I'll, ye '11 excuse me, sir, I'd like to get 
the loan o' me hand — (Looking at the hands he holds) — 
I want to scratch me nose! (Kavanagh, ivith a light 
laugh, reluctantly releases her hand) Ye know, this re- 
minds me of what old Meg Marlogh said — she tells fine 
fortunes, and they ginerally come true. 

Kavanagh. What did she tell you, sweet Kathleen? 

Kathleen. She told me I'm to be a foin lady some 
day, and marry a rich gentleman, and live in a house 
as big as a church ! 

Kavanagh. She was a true prophet — it is your des- 
tiny. 

Kathleen. I don't think so (Xing slowly to 

L. c.) 

Kavanagh. Why not? (Advancing a step to her) 

Kathleen. Bekase, Terry may be a gintleman, 
though he don't look it, and he's not rich. 

Kavanagh. Terry — Terry who? 

Kathleen. No, no, not Terry who — Terry O'More. 
If I Avas to marry anyone else it would break his heart. 
(Xing to l. of table, moving the dishes to a pile) 

Kavanagh. I suppose Terry is a rustic nobody. (A 
step away) 

Kathleen. Don't be sayin' that, Squire, when his 
back's turned. 

Kavanagh. You are not in a receptive m.ood, lovely 
Kathleen. 

Kathleen. Faith, I'm gettin' all mixed with your 
big words — maybe ye better not talk so much — will ye 
have a cup o' tay? 



Kathleen Mavourneen 21 

Kavanagh. No — but since you never seem inclined to 
listen to me I have written you a letter. 

Kathleen. Go on with your letter. 

Kavanagh {taking letter from his pocket). I shall 
expect you to send me a prompt reply. 

Kathleen. I will — if I can read your writin'. 
As Dorothy RE-ENTERS d. r. Kavanagh quickly 
returns letter to liis pocket. 

Dorothy. Bernard, you must drive me home — the 
horses will run away with Farmer O'Connor, and we 
will both be killed. Don't keep me w^aiting. 

[EXIT D. R. 

Kavanagh. I will go. Good-bye, Kathleen. {Ad- 
vancing to c.) Won't you give me your hand? {Ex- 
tending liis liand) 

Kathleen {with dishes in both hands). I would, sir, 
only I have but the two, and they 're both runnin ' over. 

Kavanagh. Remember, answer the letter, and if you 
are wise, you may soon become a lady. {Going to d. r.) 
Good-bye, angelic Kathleen. {Bowing to her) 

[EXIT D. R. 

Kathleen. Good-bye, sir. {Placing dishes on table 
again) Angelic, is it? If he was to see me milkin' the 
ould black cow, he wouldn't be afther callin' me an 
angel! {Advancing to below table) My, but that man 
has the honey on his tongue! {Advancing to c.) What's 
this he called me? ''Sweet Kathleen." ''Lovely 
Kathleen." "Beautiful Kathleen!" {Laughing) Go 
'long wid ye! I wonder if I'm all that — Terry niver 
said so to me! {Her eyes fall on the cloak) Me cloak! 
{Regarding it in delight) Me beautiful cloak! {Begin 
to work lights down to sunset, and change to moon- 
light. Kathleen picks up cloak) It'll be afther turn- 
in' me brain! {She opens the cloak, admiring it) 
Faith, I don 't know how I '11 look in it, but I 'd be f eelin ' 
mighty ginteel. {Throvjing the cloak about her, and 
moving about in affected manner) Wouldn't I look 
grand at the county ball, arm in arm with Terry ! The 
lads would be eyein' me, and the biddies would be ravin' 



22 Kathleen Mavourneen 

jealous. {Laugliing) Whin I'd come in the big door, 
they'd all be makin' a bow — (Bowing) — and savin' — 
''Good even' to ye, Miss O'Connor, sure it's like a queen 
ye are this evenin'!" ''Don't I know it?" I say. 
{Draping the cloak about Iter waist and trailing about 
in affected manner) Thin one o' thim would say, "How 
are ye?" And I'd look at thim like Miss Dorothy — 
(MucJi affected) — "I'm well, thank ye, only me narves, 
me narves." (Laugliing lieartily) That would drive 
thim crazy, together Avith the iligence of me movements! 
(She stumbles over tJie cloak, awkwardly, and comes near 
falling) Oh my, oh my! What's the matter with your 
feet, Kathleen O'Connor? (Brushing the cloak) Ye 
walk like an iliphant! 

ENTER David O'Connor d. r., carrying a letter 

O'Connor. Are ye there, Kathleen? 

Kathleen. I am. (Turning to O'Connor) 

O'Connor (advancing) . Here's a letter for ye — the 
Squire tould me to give it to ye, and for ye to take it 
serious. (Giving letter to Kathleen) 

Kathleen. Mebbe I will, and mebbe I won't. (Tak- 
ing letter) Will ye be afther throwin' a log o' wood 
on the fire, father, while I read me letter. (Inspecting 
it closely) 

O'Connor (xing toward d. l.). I will. (Drawing 
small flask from his pocket) And that's not all I'll be 
doin', do ye moind. (Putting the flask to his lips and 
taking a good drink) 

Kathleen (observing O'Connor). Oh, father, I'm 
ashamed o' ye. (To r. c.) 

O'Connor. I'm ashamed o' meself, and that's what 
drove me to it! [EXIT d. l., winking and laurj] ing 

Kathleen. Faith, there's somethin' inside beside 
writin'! (Feeling the letter as she advances to in front 
of bench r. c. She throws the cloak about her shoid- 
ders) I wonder what it is? (Seating herself r. c. and 
opening letter) It's somethin' hard like (Ring 



Kathleen Mavourneen 23 

dt'ops from tlie envelope) Be Saint Patrick, whose 
even it is — a ring! {Admiring it) Oh, how it sparkles ! 
I suppose this is to go on all me fingers, one at a time. 
{Putting it on Iter finger) Oh my! will ye look at that! 
I'll have to be tyin' a string on it or it'll drop in the 
butter whin I churn! What does he say in the letter? 
{Reading letter) ''Beautiful Kathleen" — there he 
goes again ! "I write to say to you the Vv^ords you would 
not let me speak — I love you." What's this? {Re- 
peating) '^1 love you — be my wife, and you will have 
fortune, position, and happiness showered upon ye. 
Your devoted lover, Bernard Kavanagh — to this I long 
to add the name, husband. I will pass your door to- 
morrow. Wait for me, and tell me v/ith your own lips 
that you will be mine!" {Astonislied) Be all the 
saints! Am I dreamin' or crazy? (Terence lieard off 
stage singing a snatch of an Irish song) I never read 
anything like that! {Admiring ring) And I niver had 
anything like that! {Repeating) ''Be mine, ye shall 

have fortune, happiness " I don't think I'm awake 

at all — let me read it again. {Ahsorhed in letter) 

ENTER Terence O'More d. r. 

Terence. Kathleen Mavourneen, where are ye, dar- 
lin'? {Observes her down r. Kathleen remains ah- 
sorhed in letter, unaware of Terence's presence. He 
does not see the letter) Ah, there she is, as quiet as a 
mouse — somethin' unusual for a woman. {Advancing 
a step) 

Kathleen {regarding letter). I can't get it through 
me head. 

Terence {listening). What's that she's sayin'? 

Kathleen {repeating). Beautiful Kathleen! 

Terence. Beautiful Kathleen! She's asleep and 
thinks I'm talkin' to her. {Advancing a step noise- 
lessly) 

Kathleen {repeating from letter). Let me say — I 
love ye. 



24 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Terence. I know she's talkin' about me. (Nodding 
approval) 

Kathleen (same action). I write to say — be me 
wife 



Terence. Sure I don't have to write a letter to say 
that! 

Kathleen {same action). You will have fortune, po- 
sition and happiness showered upon you! 

Terence {puzzled). Fortune, is it? I wonder where 
I'll get it? I don't remimber promisin' that. {Advanc- 
ing a step) 

Kathleen. Your devoted lover 

Terence. That 's me, an ' well the darliu ' knoAvs it ! 

Kathleen. Tell me with your ov/n lips, ye '11 be 
mine! 

Terence. Faith, I can 't stand here and listen to this. 
{In loud tone) Kathleen, me oa\ti Kathleen Mavour- 
neen! 

Kathleen {rising quickly, turning, facing Terence). 
Terry O'More — is it you, comin' to scare me out o' me 
wits ! 

Terence. Come to me arms and ye '11 be easy! 
{Laugliing) Ye were asleep an' talkin' of me, darlin'! 

Kathleen. Was I? {In alarm) Oh, murther! 
What did I say — who was I talkin' about? {Turning a 
step aside, Jturriedly concealing tlie letter in Tier dress) 

Terence. Meself , and the letter I sint ye — I mane the 
letter you were dreamin' I sint ye. 

Kathleen. It 's clear out o ' me sinses I am ! 

Terence. Ye needn't bother your brains bekase I'm 
here to talk for meself, and you're not asleep, but your 
blue eyes are as wide open as a church door. 

Kathleen. 'Tis chilly I am with the door open — I '11 
put on me cloak. {Drawing tlie cloak about Tier, eyeing 
Terence coquet tislihj) 

Terence (c. surveying lier in astonisJiment) . Peppy, 
the piper ! what 's that ? 

Kathleen. Ain 't it me cloak ? 



Kathleen Mavourneen 25 

Terence. 'Tis not the one ye've been wearin' for the 
last four years. 

Kathleen. Of course it's not — it's me new one — the 
Squire and his sister were afther payin' us a visit, and 
Miss Dorothy gave me the cloak for a present, bekase I 
gave her six cups of tay, and eight or nine or ten cakes. 

Terence. Be gob, it's worth it! Ye look uncommon 
beautiful in that, darlin ' ! Whin I take ye out walkin ' 
in that cloak, ha, ha ! I '11 be proud o ' ye ! 

Kathleen. Will ye sit down, Terry? {Seating Tier- 
self on R. end of hench) 

Terence. I will. (Xing to hencli r. c. Jie sits beside 
Kathleen) And as I'm a bit chilly, I'll trouble ye for 
a bit o' the cloak. {He draivs one end about Mm, and one 
arm about Kathleen) 

Kathleen. Don 't tear it. 

Terence. I'm not, darlin' — I w^ant to tell ye a bit o' 
me mind, so put your head on me shoulder and listen. 

Kathleen. I can listen better this way. {Sitting 
erect) 

Terence. It's an enchantress 3^e are, Kathleen Ma- 
vourneen — I forget all I'm plannin' to say whin I look 
at ye. 

Kathleen. Arrah, then don't look at me — take me 
hand instead. {Giving Mm Tier left liand) 

Terence. 'Tis a soft hand ye have, me darlin '. ( Tak- 
ing Tier hand) 

Kathleen. Do ye think so, Terry? 

Terence {feeling ring). What's this? Is it a corn 
ye have comin' on your finger? 

Kathleen. Glory be ! I forgot, it 's me ring ! 

Terence {observing ring). A ring, wid a piece 0' 
glass in it! 

Kathleen. It 's a ring and a rale diamond ! 

Terence. A diamond! {Astonislied) Who'd be 
afther givin' ye a diamond ring? 

Kathleen. Ye '11 niver guess. {LigJit laugh) 

Terence. I'll not try. 

Kathleen. The Squire! 



26 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Terence {astonished). Squire Kavanagh ! 

Kathleen. Himself ! 

Terence. Indeed! well that's mighty kind o' him — 
he niver gave wan to me. 

Kathleen (laugliing). How would ye look in a dia- 
mond ring, Terry? 

Terence. Let me see. {Drawing ring from Iter fin- 
ger) Sure it fits like a thimble! {Putting it on tlie tip 
of liis finger) It's all on top bedad! It looks like a 
bunch ' ribbons on a pig 's tail — a bit out o ' place ! 

Kathleen. Isn't it beautiful, Terence? {Taking 
ring, admiring it) 

Terence. I'm not in the humor o' payin' compli- 
ments to the Squire's present. 

Kathleen. Are ye jealous, Terry? {LaugJiing) 

Terence. Yf ell, I 'm not expressin ' meself . Now I '11 
tell ye what I was goin ' to say to ye. I 've been thinkin ', 
Kathleen, that it's .mighty dull to be leadin' a bache- 
lor's life — I've had enough o' it, and I think you have. 

Kathleen. Don't be callin' a lady a bachelor. 

Terence. You're not a lady, Kathleen. 

Kathleen {sliarply). What are ye sayin', Terry 
O'More? 

Terence {correcting). I mane, ye are not a bache- 
lor — I mint it for meself. I've made up me mind that 
it 's time for you to get married ! 

Kathleen. Have ye now? 

Terence. I have, and I'll not be breakin' your heart 
by sayin' no, whin we've been waitin' for each other 
four years, six months, twenty-nine days, and three 
hours ; whin we 're married, ye shall have everything ye 
want, except money, so give me your promise, darlin', 
that ye '11 be Mrs. Terence 'More — to-morrow mornin ' ! 

Kathleen {astonislied) . To-morrow! That's givin' 
me no time to get ready ! 

Terence. Ye 're ready now, and I 'm tired o ' waitin ' ! 

Kathleen. Give me a little time, Terence. 
Terence. I '11 give ye all the time ye want, darlin ' — 
ye can have five minutes, and no more. 



Kathleen Mavourneen 27 

Kathleen. But I must have a new dress, laddie. 

Terence. Arrah, darling I couldn't love ye more if 
ye had twenty-five new dresses, and wearin' all at one 
time! 

Kathleen. I couldn't think o' gettin' married in mo 
old clothes. 

Terence. Ye can wrap yourself in your red cloai;. 
and ye '11 look like a princess — and sure, whin his Riv- 
erence speaks the words that makes je mine, I'll be r;; 
happy as any prince that ever walked! 

Kathleen. Ye take me by surprise to-day. (Risiiw) 

Terence. The devil bit 0' surprise. {Rismg 1 
Ye've heard me tell ye tin thousand times that I love 
the ground ye walk on, and the soles 0' your cute little 
shoes ! 

Kathleen. I wonder if ye could make a lady of 
me? 

Terence. I don't think so. {A step to c. Kath- 
leen, R. c, pouts at tills remark) But I'll excuse ye if 
ye '11 say yes. 

Kathleen {earnest and affectionate). Ah, Terry, ye 
know how to get on the good side o' me, ye do — {Ad- 
vancing to liim) — ye divil! Haven't we known each 
other ever since I was so high — {Measuring) — and do ye 
think it 's want of love for ye that makes me hesitate ? 

Terence {embracing Tier). What is it, darlin'? 

Kathleen. I was thinkin' 

Terence. Of me ! 

Kathleen. And many other things — it's a serious 
thing to be gettin' married — that is, the first time — I 
suppose some folks get used to it, whin they've had three 
or four husbands, like Widow McGee. 

Terence. What are ye talkin ', Mavourneen ? Do you 
think I '11 die an ' lave ye, a handsome widdy woman, for 
some scalawag to steal? No, bedad! I'll niver die — 
unless ye '11 consent to die with me ! 

Kathleen. I '11 give ye your answer to-morrow, Ter- 
ence. 

Terence. Will it be the answer I want? 



28 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Kathleen. I think so — wait and see. {Drawing 
away) 

Terence. Ye want to tease me! {Releasing lier) 
Whatever ye say, darlin ' ! I won 't argue with ye now — 
wait until after we 're married ! 

Kathleen. I want to think about it, Terry, and 
dream about it. (Xing slowly to in front of hencli r.) 
Dream about it, when you're gone! {Sitting on the 
hencli R. Iter manner dreamy, pre-occupied) 

Terence. I'll lave ye, and I know ye '11 say yes. 
{Earnestly) Sure, if I was to lose ye, Kathleen 

Kathleen. What would ye do, Terry? 

Terence. I couldn't stand it — I love ye, acushla, and 
I'm lavin' ye with a heart as light as the moon that's 
shinin' over us. Good night, Mavourneen. May the 
angels bring ye happy dreams. {Slowly up to d. r.) If 
ye hear a voice singin' under your window, ye '11 know 
it's me. I'll come to-morrow for me answer. {Going 
towards d. r.) Good night. Sweet Kathleen Ma- 
vourneen. 

Kathleen {low, dreamy tone). Good night, Terry, 
darlin'! 

Terence. Good night. 

[EXIT slowly, throwing a kiss, d. r. 

{Use hird ivliistle for song of birds singing outside) 

Kathleen. Terry ! Sure he loves me, and I love him 
— I Avish I had niver seen the Squire, the ould gipsy — 
he 's put strange notions in me head. ( Repeating, drows- 
ily) Ye '11 have fortune, position, happiness. There's 
no denjdn ', I 'd like to be a lady — for a little while, any- 
how. {Yawning) I'm that sleepy! {Lying on the 
bench, drawing the pillows under her head, and the cloak 
over her) But how could I forget Terry? {The song 
of the bird is continued outside, the moonlight strikes in 
through the window, reflecting on Kathleen, and the 
music of *' Kathleen Mavourneen^* is played softly out- 



Kathleen Mavourneen 29 

side. Dreamily, as she falls asleep) Torry — I could 
never forget him — heaven keep me safe, and bless Terry! 

{The music is continued till end, and, if possible, Tkk- 
p:nce sings the song outside, the melody growing fainter 
and more distant, as Kathleen remains quiet on the 
bench — asleep) 

Slow Curtain 



30 Kathleen Mavourneen 



ACT II 

Scene. — An Exterior. An attractive garden adjoining 
tlie home of Bernard Kavanagh. Wood wings. 
Ripple drop, or wood drop. Foliage horders, and 
foliage set pieces to mask in. The hack of the stage 
may show a run, if desired. On the l. down stage, 
two or three broad steps, with halustrade, represent 
a terrace, leading to the house; the house is not seen. 
Rustic garden furniture. A rustic table on the r. 
Rustic chairs at r. and l. of it. Rustic settee on the 
L. DOWN stage. An urn or two with trailing vines, 
on the terrace and up stage, if available; use any- 
thing else to dress the stage, but do not crowd it, 
and keep entrances clear. LIGHTS, ai rise, soft 
sunset glow. Deepen to moonlight; spot light off 
stage to strike across center for the struggle and cur- 
tain. MUSIC:— '^r/ic Last Rose of Summer'' 

DISCOVERED Kathleen, pale and despondent, 
seated r. of table; a book open on table, her eyes on 
the book and her \ead resting wearily in her hand. 

ENTER Kitty O'Laverty from l., pausing a second as 
she observes Kathleen 

Kitty. Poor lady! (To Kathleen) Excuse me, 
ma'am, it hurts me to think o* ye out here all be yerself. 
(Advancing to c.) Can't I do somethin' fer ye? (Re- 
garding Kathleen in sympathy) 

Kathleen (looking at Kitty). What can ye do, 
Kitty ? What can anyone do for me ? 

Kitty. I know how unhappy ye are — (Advancing to 



Kathleen Mavourneen 31 

L. of table)— ^ndi it breaks me heart to see ye day afther 
day 

Kathleen. You know why. I have no secrets trom 
ye. Let my fate be a warnin ' to ye— don 't try to be more 
than nature intended. 

Kitty. No, ma'am. (SigJiing) 

Kathleen. I have what I asked for — I'm a rich 
man's wife, I live in a big house, with servants to wait 
on me, and though he tould me happiness would be show- 
ered on me, 'tis not true, bekase no one can be happy 
without love. The Squire's ashamed 0' the poor girl he 
used to flatter, so he laves me alone to me own sad, bitter 
thoughts. (Weeping softly) 

Kitty. Oh, ma'am, if ye cry all the time, ye '11 spoil 
your eyes. There must be somethin ' I can do to cheer ye 
a bit. 

Kathleen. No, thank ye, Kitty, there is nothing 

Kavanagh {ojf L. in quick, Jiarsli tones). All right — 
come in the morning, I can 't see you now. 

Kitty (nervously, a step toward c). It's the master; 
faith, he don't seem to be in a good humor. (Glancing 
L. nervously) I better go. 

Kathleen. Don 't leave me, Kitty ; he may not be so 
harsh if someone is here. 

Kavanagh (off l. liarsJi tone). I tell you, come to- 
morrow. (He ENTERS from l., speaking off as lie ap- 
pears) I don't talk business in the evening — confound 
the fellow! (Advancing a step, then pausing as lie ob- 
serves Kathleen, frowning at lier) H'm! you! Why 
don't you say good evening, or greet me pleasantly? 
(Advancing to c.) 

Kathleen. I didn't think you'd notice me 

Kavanagh (harsli tone). No one could help noticing 
such a doleful picture as you present. (To Kitty) 
What do you want here? 

Kitty (a nervous jump at Ms tone). No — nothing, 
sir — I v,^as only 

Kavanagh. Only talking about me behind my back — 
just like women — deceitful creatures ! Clear out ! 



32 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Kitty. I wasn't sayin' a word again' ye, nor her 
ladyship — (Glancing nervously at Kathleen) We were 
praisin ' ye to the skies ! 

Kavanagh. I don't believe it — go! 

Kitty. I will — (Xing rapidly to. Ij. c.) — if ye'd only 
speak a kind word to the lady sir — {Indicating Kath- 
leen) 

Kavanagh. What! (Facing lier in anger) Are you 
dictating to mef 

Kitty (witli sudden spirit) . I am — and I 'd like to be 
dictatin' a warrant for your arrest! Ye cruel-hearted 
spilodeen ! 

Kavanagh (in anger). Silence — get out, I say! 

Kitty (increasing indignation). I'll not get out, till 
I've had me say! (Stamping lier foot at liim) Ye can 
discharge me if ye want to — I'm only stayin' for her 
ladyship's sake — (Indicating Kathij^en) — not for you 
— I'd like to poison ye, ye divil! (Sliaking her fist at 
liim, tlien site EXITS l. in great rage) 

Kavanagh. Impudent menial! (Turning to Kath- 
leen) That's one of your servants, the one you make a 
friend of ! 

Kathleen. Forgive her. I'm sorry she spake like 
that to ye 

Kavanagh. ''Spake!" (Imitating lier tone scorn- 
fidly) Confound your common method of speech! I'm 
ashamed of it ! (To l. c. in irritation) 

Kathleen. I was never taught much in school 

Kavanagh (twining on lier sliarply). I should say 
not, but that doesn't excuse you, sitting here, moping 
like a sick owl! (Advancing a step) What's the mat- 
ter with 3^ou, do you hear? 

Kathleen (wincing at liis sliarp tone). I do — please 
don't 

Kavanagh (same sliarp tone). Answer me! 

Kathleen (tearfully) . I 'm dull, Aveary, miserable ! 

Kavanagh (scornfully). You are? when you have 
everything you want — you prefer to make everybody in 
the house miserable! If you are dull, why don't you 



Kathleen Mavourneen 33 

read, or play the piano, or sing? {Sitting l. c, lighting 
a cigar and smoking) 

Kathleen. I try to read — {Indicating lier hook) — 
but it 's all blurred — through me tears ! 

Kavanagh. Tears — h 'm ! Affectation ! 

Kathleen. I can play only Irish songs your sister 
don't like to hear, and as for singing, how can I sing 
whin me heart's so sad, the words choke me! {Tear- 
fidly) 

Kavanagh {turning, looking at Iter). Upon my soul! 
I can't understand what makes you miserable, as you say. 
You have deceived me ! 

Kathleen {looking at Mm, startled). Deceived ye! 
What do ye mane? 

Kavanagh. There 's some more of it — ' ' mane ! ' ' Say 
mean ! 

Kavanagh {trying to pronounce it). Me-mean. I'll 
try, sir. 

Kavanagpi. When I say you deceived me, I mean, I 
thought you were a girl of gay, youthful spirits, light- 
hearted under all circumstances. 

Kathleen. I was when you first met me — {Sadly) — 
but winter rain puts out fire, and cold winds blow down 
the blossoms — if ye want to know the truth — it's your 
unkindness that's driven the light out of me life. 

Kavanagh {affecting astonisliment). My unkindness ! 
{Rising) What an unjust charge! Your infernal com- 
plaining has ruined my even, amiable disposition — yoa 
see how one ill-natured person can affect another! 
{Sigliing, sliaking liis head dolefxdly — with humorous 
effect. Advancing) But you can understand this — since 
you say you are wretched here, where you have every- 
thing to make ynu happy, jovl are at liberty to go where 
you please. 

Kathleen {rising). Where would ye have me go? 

Kavanagh. Anywhere — I don 't care — home, perhaps, 
to your kitchen, your wash tub, which so well suits you ! 

Kathleen. Home! where folks would laugh at me 
and point me out as the foolish bird that tried to fly to 



34 Kathleen Mavourneen 

the sun, and only broke its wings! (Down stage a step] 
No — I can 't go back ! 

Kavanagh. Well, then, you might go to the rusti( 
fellov/ you used to talk about — Terry, I believe. {Tc 
L. near seat) 

Kathleen. Terry — neaven bless him! Don't spake 
of him! {Kayanagu laugJis scoimfully) Since ye mar- 
ried me, ye '11 condescind to let me stay here — till I die 

Kavanagh. Die! (Glancing at lier contemptuously) 
You are much too healthy looking to die very soon. Anc 
since you seem determined to snivel and moan, I woulc 
rather be alone. Go! {Turning Ms hack to Tier, stand- 
ing DOWN L. of c, smoking) 

Kathleen {advancing to c.) Go! Ye sind me like 
ye sind your servant ! 

Kavanagh. ''Sind!" Ye gods! {Repeating tin 
word scornfully, and mucli in^itated) 

Kathleen. Oh, I'm punished — ye niver eared foi 
me, though I believed your foin words. I thought I was 
going to be a lady and a happy wife — I'm a slave, the 
miserable slave of a cruel, hard man! {Tlie faint eclic 
of tJie song, "Kathleen Mavourneen," sung hy Terenci 
off R. at hack, is lieard. If tlie song is not used, suhsti- 
tute tlie music, played off stage, very soft. Kathleen 
listens as slie liears tlie song) Faith, what's that? Am 
I dreamin ' ! 

Kavanagh. Raving, I imagine. {Sitting l. c.) 

Kathleen {net heeding Kavanagh, listening to 
music). Terry! Terry's song. {She moves slowly to- 
ward R. in direction of the music) I broke his heart, 
poor lad. He's coming here, and I can't meet his honest 
eyes. If he could read me heart, he'd know I can niver 
forgive meself. Terry! Terry! {As the music is con- 
tinued, she XES slowly to r. and EXITS. When 
Kathleen is well off, the ynusic, growing gradually 
fainter, ceases) 



Kathleen Mavourneen 35 

ENTER Dorothy Kavanagh from l. 

Dorothy. I'm glad to find you here — I must speak 
to you about the conduct of your wife. {Advancing to 
R. of c. DOWN stage) 

Kavanagh (rising, turning to Dorothy). Don't 
bother me about her — there are more important matters 
to discuss. 

Dorothy. Yes — money. You have reduced my allow- 
ance 

Kavanagh. Necessity. 

Dorothy. I can scarcely make a respectable appear- 
ance. 

Kavanagh. You may be unable to make any appear- 
ance in society, very soon. 

Dorothy (astonislied and displeased) . Indeed! what 
do you mean ? 

Kavanagh {advancing a step) . I shall not mince mat- 
ters — we are on the brink of ruin ! 

Dorothy {startled). Ruin! 

Kavanagh. The estate is mortgaged far beyond its 
value, and the only chance I have to pull through is by 
marrying Ormsby's daughter. She is an accomplished 
girl, very much in love with me, and her father is rich. 

Dorothy. How can you marry when you have a wife 
living ? 

Kavanagh. You mean Kathleen! 

Dorothy. Of course I do — what a wretched mistake 
it was ! 

Kavanagh. Kathleen! {Laugliing, liiglily amused) 
I '11 let you into a secret. She thinks she is my wife, but 
the ceremony was not performed by a priest! 

Dorothy {astonislied) . Bernard, is it possible, a false 
priest ! 

Kavanagh. As you know, we eloped — it looked ro- 
mantic — in reality, it covered a deeper purpose. A 
clever arrangement, since I was only amusing myself 
with this farmer's daughter. 

Dorothy. And Kathleen is not your wife ! 



36 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Kavanagh. Certainly not — I 'm through with her and 
ready for Ormsby's money. 

Dorothy. Hov/ will you get rid of Kathleen? 

Kavanagh. I will ask your assistance, dear sister. I 
have written her dismissal in this letter. {Drawing a 
letter from Ms pocket, extending it to Iter) I Avill ask 
you to deliver it. 

Dorothy. If I remember correctly, that is the way 
you proposed to her — hy letter. {Taking letter) 

Kavanagh. Exactly — clever arrangement on my 
part. 

Dorothy. I think it shows want of courage. 

Kavanagh {piqued). Oh, do you? 

Dorothy. Why don 't you tell her ? 

Kavanagh {moving aivay a step or two). There 
would be a scene, and I detest scenes; that is, with 
women. 

Dorothy. You mean, you fear them. {Sitting at l. 
of table R. c.) 

Kavanagh. Call it fear if you wish — I am naturally 
of a peaceable, amiable disposition, and it hurts me to 
make women suffer! 

Dorothy. Does it? {Looking at letter) 

Kavanagh. Yes. Of course, if she makes a great time 
over it, you may call on me for aid. 

Dorothy. That is kind of you — I Avill handle her and 
shall be glad of an opportunity to humiliate her for her 
daring presumption in thinking she could marry into 
our noble, aristocratic family! I wonder where she is? 
(Rising) ' 

Kavanagh. Roving about the grounds, moaning to 
herself ! She spends a great deal of time here, but avoids 
me — she is shamefully ungrateful for all my kindness. 
(Xing to terrace l.) I'll go ; if she is spying from some- 
where among the trees, your opportunity may come this 
evening. (Going off h.) I want it over as quickly as 
possible. [EXIT l. over terrace 

^Dorothy {looks about, tlien xes to r., calling off r.) 
Kathleen ! Kathleen ! 



Kathleen Mavourneen 37 

ENTER fro7n l. Kitty, carrying a large dark shawl. 
She comes in very cautiously 

Kitty. I wonder if himself has gone ! 

Dorothy {calling again). Kathleen! Probably she 
hears me and is too stubborn to reply. {Turning, she 
observes Kitty) Where is yonr mistress? 

Kitty {a hit nervously). I don't know, ma'am — I 
think she 's gone to a — a picnic 

Dorothy" {looking at Kitty in surprise and suspicion) . 
Picnic ! 

Kitty. Yis, ma'am, or a party — somethin' where she 
won't be home till late! {Looking at Dorothy in some 
defiance) 

Dorothy. Avoiding us. (Xing toward terrace l.) 
Look for her, at once, and when yon find her, come and 
tell me! [EXIT l., over terrace 

Kitty. Yis, ma'am, I will — {After Doroteiy disap- 
pears) — not ! {Indignantly) ' 'Tisn't enongh for the he- 
divil to be makin' the poor lady miserable, the s7ie-devil 
takes afther him! {Shaking her fist toward l. ivhere 
Dorothy disappeared) Bad luck to the pair 0' thim! 
{Calling softly) Your ladyship — where are ye? {Look- 
ing R.) Ye '11 get yer death o' cold here in the damp- 
ness. {Unfolding shawl) I've brought you this nice 
warm shawl to put over yer shoulders. (Bill Button 
Cap pokes his head from behind a tree or shrub r.) 

Bill {calling in a soft manner from r.). Kitty! 

Kitty {startled, looking about, not observing Bill). 
What's that? 

Bill {repeating). Kitty! 

Kitty. Ag'in! What the devil is it? {A step to- 
ward R., looking about) 

Bill ( repea ting ) . Kitty — Kitty — Kitty ! 

Kitty {alarmed). The saint's save me! {Making 
sign of the cross) It must be a ghost — I'm scart o' me 
life ! {She runs quickly off l.) 



38 Kathleen Mavourneen 

ENTEE fi'otn r., Bill, noiselessly, eccentric steps. 

Bill {making a ghostly cry). Boo — oo! What a 
villain I am! {Chuckling) Scaring that sweet girl to 
death! {Repeating call) Kitty! {Looking l.) Here 
she comes — if she calls for help I '11 rescue her and she 11 
think I'm a hero! {Goes quickly and noiselessly down 
to table, under which he crawls) Oh, what a villain I 
am! {Remaining quiet, peering out at Kitty) 

RE-ENTER from l., Kitty, cautiously; the shawl 
draped about her head and shoulders. 

Kitty. I make nothin' of it at all — at all, but I could 
swear be me patron saint someone said ''Kitty"! 

Bill {calling). Kitty! 

Kitty {looking at him in disgust). It's you! under 
the table ! ye rascal ! 

Bill {rising, advancing). Oh, what a villain I am! 

Kitty. That ye are, sindin' the shivers up an' down 
me spine for the loikes o' ye! {Regarding Mm indig- 
nantly) 

Bill. I'll forgive ye if ye '11 kiss me! (Advancing 
to Kitty) 

Kitty. I'll not — I'll have nothin' to do with ye. 
{Removing the shaivl) 

Bill. You don 't mean that, Kitty, honeysuckle — you 
know I love you — look in my face and read the light in 
my eyes! {hi exaggerated manner, posing c.) 

Kitty {looking at him). All I see is a squint! 

Bill. Look again, fair lady ! 

Kitty. Your face is dirty — go down to the kitchen 
and wash it with a slather o' soap! {To l. c, folding 
shaivl) 

Bill. Soap ! It 's too expensive — I wash my face with 
brick-dust. 

Kitty. Brick-dust ! And what do ye put on your red 
hair? {Sniffing and holding her nose) 

Bill. Oil — out of the lamp ! 



Kathleen Mavourneen 39 

Kitty (retreating) . Ye smell it! 

Bill. I'm so fascinating, the smell of tlie oil keeps 
the ladies at a distance! (Cliuckling) Oh, what a vil- 
lain I am ! 

Kitty. Every time ye say that, ye speak the truth. 

Bill. How do yon like your place, Kitty? It looks 
comfortable! {Looking about) 

Kitty (l. c). It'll not be me place much longer — I 
forgot me manners and gave the master a piece 0' me 
moind. He didn't cai^e much for it, and I think I'll be 
afther quittin' here be to-morrow mornin'. 

Bill. That 's good news 1 Ha, ha ! 

Kitty. Ha, ha, is it? {Regarding liim scornfully) . 
Will ye find me another place? 

Bill. A place ! a place ! {Extravagantly) You have 
a place in my heart ! {Striking Ms cliest a tliump) And 
if you will say jes — {Striking liimself again. Kitty 
jumps every time Bill strikes liimself) — come to my 
arms, to my home, my queen! {Striking liimself) 

Kitty. Look out — ye '11 break your gizzard! 

Bill. My queen! {Dropping on liis knees witli arms 
out stret died to Kitty) Be mine, be mine, give me your 
hand, darling Kitty — {Grasping Iter linnd) — till death 
do us part. {He lias a firm grip of Kitty's liand, and 
slie, endeavoring to pull away from liim, drags Mm about 
on Ms knees) 

Kitty. Let me go, ye lunatic ! 

Bill. Oh, what a villain I am! Y7hat do you say to 
my prayer? 

Kitty. I say you're a loon — ^and ye ought to be 
locked in a loony asylum ! 

Bill. Listen to me, listen, Avhile I sing my song of 
love! {Attempting to sing in a Mgli, craclced tone) 

Kitty. Whist, with your singin' — {Looking n., liast- 
ily) There's someone comin'! What '11 I do with ye, at 
ail? 

Bill. Hide me — {rising) — hide me — oh, what a vil- 
lain I am! 



40 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Kitty (excitedly) . Yc raii't ^o in, and ye can't go 
out ! Oh, ye '11 have me kilt ! 

Bill. I'll stay and brave the worst! {Striking mock 
lieroic pose) 

Kitty. The worst w^ould be your death, and me own ! 
Here, make a stool o' yourself! {Quickly unfolding tlie 
sliaivl) 

Bihh {astonisJied). A stool! 

Kitty. Do as I bid ye ! Down on your knees ! {Forc- 
ing liim to Ms knees l. of c. Bill, on liis knees, swing- 
ing Ills arms and hohhing liis head) Tuck in your head! 
{Givingliisliead a sliove) And your hands. {Bill folds 
Jiis arms tigJitly across liis cliest, and puffs out liis 
cJieeks) And keep your tongue in your head for the 
love o' the saints. (Bill in position of a low stool. 
Kitty tliroivs tlie sliawl over Imn, completely covering 
Mm) 

Bill {from under cover). I'm smothering! 

Kitty. Well, smother — it'll do ye good! No matter 
what happens, don't move — don't breathe! 

Bill {faintly, from under cover). Oh, what a villain 
you are ! (Kitty, in assumed indifference, sings a snatcli 
of song, tucking in tlie sliaid about Bill, tlien slie seats 
Tier self comfortably on Bill. He ivahhles, slie slaps at 
Mm, and, filially, wlien lie is quiet, Father Cassidy en- 
ters) 

NOTE : — The scenes in which Bill figures are broad 
comedy; they should be played on broad lines with as 
much comedy effect as possible. 

ENTER Father Cassidy from r. 

Cassidy {observing Kitty). Is it you, Kitty? {Ad- 
vancing DOWN to R. of c.) 

Kitty {rising). Ah, Father Cassidy — good even, 
your Riverence! {Advancing a step, curtsying to Mm) 

Cassidy. You ought to be at the choir rehearsal to- 



Kathleen Mavourneen 41 

night, Kitty, instead of sitting here all alone, singing to 
yourself. 

Kitty (unguarded). Oh, no, your Riverence, I 
wasn't alone (Father Cassidy looks at Iter in sur- 
prise) I have company 

Cassidy. Ye have? (Looking about) I see no one! 
(He looks R., keeping Jiis liead turned in tliat direction 
a second. While Cassidy 's liead is turned, Bill sJiakes 
violently under the shawl; Kitty gives him a punch; 
Bill quiet) 

Kitty (correcting herself in confusion). Oh, no, of 
course ye don 't — I mane I had company ! 

Cassidy (looking at Kitty). Your master or mistress, 
I suppose. (Starting forward to c. on a line with Bill) 

Kitty (r. of c, watching Cassidy in apprehension) . 
Ye-yis, your Riverence ! 

Cassidy. I called to see Squire Kavanagh — about 
something important. (He draws from his pocket the 
paper he later shows at end of act, as he advances, about 
to walk over Bill in his stooping position) 

Kitty. 0-h! (A sharp cry of alarm, as she observes 
Cassidy nearing Bill) 

Cassidy (looking at Kitty) . What 's the matter ? Ye 
squeal like a young pig. (Replacing the paper in his 
pocket) 

Kitty (comic nervousness) . Be careful, your River- 
ence — ye might fall over the — the stool and hurt your- 
self ! (Indicating Bill) 

Cassidy. I see. (Looking at the '^ stool'') This you 
mean? (Indicating with his foot, about to give it a kick) 

Kitty (in great alarm). Don't kick it! for the love 
' your life, don 't kick it ! It 's — it 's a delicate stool with 
only two legs! 

Cassidy (surprised) . Two legs! Faith, 'tis a queer 
piece o' furniture — a two-legged stool — what good is it, 
anyhow? Can I sit on it? (About to sit on the" stooV) 

Kitty (in terror). Don't, for the love o' Saint Pat- 
rick, don't do it! You'll get hurted, and so will the 
stool ! If ye don 't moind, your Riverence, take this chair 



43 Kathleen Mavourneen 

— (Bloving tlie clinir at l. of table a little forivard) — ye 
can sit here and be safe, 'till the day o' judgment. 

Cassidy. Thank ye — I'll go in and see Squire Kava- 
nagh if he's not engaged. (Xing to terrace l., ivliere lie 
pauses, looking off) 

Kitty. Askin' your* Kiverence pardon, me master's 
in a mighty high timper at present, and I don't like the 
idy o' havin' him talk sassy to your Riverence. 

Cassidy. I've noticed the Squire has an ugly temper 
lately — {Advancing to c.) — He's not like himself. I'll 
wait a bit. 

Kitty (relieved). If ye would! And if ye would 
speak a few kind words to me mistress, it would cheer 
the poor lady 

Cassidy. What ails her ladyship ? 

Kitty. Ye can judge whin ye see her. If ye '11 wait 
in the park beyant — (Indicating r.) — I'll find her, and 
I know she '11 thank heaven for a sight o ' ye. 

Cassidy. I'll do it. (Xing to r. 2.) I've had me 
own viev/s about things here in the big house, and I'm 
not satisfied vv-ith the look of it. I'll come back pres- 
ently. [EXIT R. 

Kitty. I'm mighty sorry ye 're goin' — (As lie disap- 
pears) — I niver Avas so thankful in all me life! (Glanc- 
ing about y tlien slie runs to Bill) Get up, if you're 
livin'! Get up and run for your life! (TJiroiuing tlie 
sliawl hack from liis liead) 

Bill (as site tliroivs back tlie sliaivl). Oh, what a vil- 
lain I am ! 

Kitty. Ye '11 break me hea^i4t, and have me reputation 
ruined! G^et up, v^'ill ye? (Angrily snatching the 
shawl) 

Bill (rising, chuckling). I thought his Riverence 
was going to use me for a chair! And then we'd both 
go down in a pile, with me on top o' the holy father! 
(Laughing) 

Kitty (indignantly). Stop laughin' — makin' fun o' 
the minister o' the gospel! Clear out, will ye, as quick 
as your lazy bones will let ye ! 



Kathleen Mavourneen 43 

Bill. I will — which way shall I run, sweet Kitty? 

Kitty {recklessly). Any way, only run! {Quickly 
correcting) No, ye can't do that! Whist — I'll have a 
look! {Going quickly to r., looking off; in alarm) Oh, 
murther — the divil botheration — there's someone else 
comin'! {Quickly returning to Bill, sJie gives liim a 
sliove, wliicli sends Mm to Ms knees c. iri the same posi- 
tion as before) 

Bill {kneeling c, protesting) . See here. Kit, I'm not 
going to be a two-legged stool forever 

Kitty {sJioving Mm down on Ms liands and knees). 
Hould your tongue, ye crazy gossoon! {Throwing the 
shawl over him as before) 

Bill {from under cover). Oh, what a villain I am! 
(Kitty runs quickly to l. as if to exit) 

ENTER fro7n r., Black Rody. He keeps his cap on 
and puffs at a pipe. 

Rody. Good evenin' to ye. {Addressing Kitty, ad- 
vancing a step or two) 

Kitty {on terrace l., turning, observing Rody, in sur- 
prise). Black Rody! 

Rody. Glad ye know me — sometimes ye don't, Kitty 
Laverty — ye passed me in the lane yisterday, an' divil 
a word ye spake to me. Ye 're getting stuck up in your 
present position. {A step down r. of c.) 

Kitty {advancing to c). What do ye want here? 

Rody. I'm here to see the Squire, immediately. 

Kitty {defiantly). Ye can't see him at all. 

Rody. Is that so? {Froiuning at Kitty) 

Kitty {short and curt). It is — good-bye. {Turning 
to terrace) 

Rody. I'll wait till I do see him. I'll take a seat on 
this comfortable stool — {Advancing toward Bill) 

Kitty {in quick alarm). No ye don't. {Running 
quickly to Bill, warding off Rody before he reaches the 
^' stool") That's me favorite seat, and if there's any 



44 Kathleen Mavourneen 

sittin' to do, I'll do it! (^With determined manner , slie 
sits on Bill) 

RoDY. I can stand as long as ye can sit! (Planting 
Mmself jirynly r. of c.) I'm here to see the master! 

Kitty. Thin, ye better go an' introduce yourself — 
ye '11 come out quicker thin ye go in ! 

RoDY. Is that so? {Looking toward L. irresolutely) 
Mebbe he'll be more pleased to see me than ye think. 
(Xing to terrace, looking l. As Rody xes to l., Kitty 
ivliirls around on tlie ^' stool," nearly upsetting Bill; 
tliis action unobserved by Rody) I wonder is he ex- 
pectin' me? 

Kitty (rising, indignantly). No, he's not lookin' 
for the loikes o' ye, Black Rody! (Advancing up c. a 
step facing Mm) He's in no timper for ye either, I'm 
warnin ' ye ! 

Rody (advancing a step to Kitty). You're gettin' 
to have a mighty ugly way o' speakin', Miss Kitty Lav- 
erty. I 'm a f rind o ' the Squire, and you 're a servant — 
go tell him I'm. here, and no nonsense about it! (He 
advances toward tlie *' stool") And while ye 're gone, 
I '11 have a seat on your favorite stool, make meself com- 
fortable, an' smoke me pipe (He suddenly sits on 

Bill. As Rody sits on Bill, Bill collapses, Rody tum- 
bles witli Mm, botli rolling over, entangling tliemselves 
in tlie sliaivl, struggling in comic manner, wMle Kitty 
regards tliem in terror) 

Kitty. Oh ! m.urther ! Peter ! Patrick ! Help ! mur- 
ther! thieves! thieves! murther! murther! (She con- 
tinues to cry out in comic terror, pulling at tlie sliawl, 
until slie unwinds it. Tlie two men struggle, finally rise, 
and Rody cliases Bill off r. Kitty c. on verge of col- 
lapse, liolding tlie sliawl) 

Bill (as lie runs off r.). Oh, what a villain I am! 
(Rody runs after Bill, striking at Mm) 

[EXIT Bill and Rody r. 

Kitty (after tlie men exit). Oh! glory be to heaven, 
'tis worse thin an earthquake! Me heart's palpitatin' 
clear through me shoulder blades, an ' me head 's spinnin ' 



Kathleen Mavourneen 45 

with the fright ! Why did I iver make a two-legged stool 
o'Biin 

ENTER Dorothy on terrace l. 

Dorothy. What is all this racket, Kitty? 

Kitty {confused) . Racket, ma'am! Sure it was the 
cats — bad luck to thim! They got to fightin', ma'am, 
right here in the garden, and I had me own time sepa- 
ratin' thim! 

Dorothy. Cats! {Looking at Kitty suspiciously) 
It had a very different sound to me. {Advancing to 
L. c.) 

Kitty. Yis, ma'am, cats do make a mighty different 
kind 0' noise — don't I know it! {Gathering up the 
shaivly whichy in her confusion, she is dragging about 
her feet and stumbling over) 

Dorothy. Have you seen my brother's — wife? 

ENTER Kathleen from r. slowly 

Kitty {observing Kathleen). Here she is. {To 
Kathleen) Ye must be cold, ma'am, sure 'tis late, and 
the night is chilly — let me put this about ye. {Advanc- 
ing, placing the shawl about Kathleen) 

Kathleen. Thank you, Kitty. {Advancing slowly) 
You are always trying to do something for me. 

Kitty. 'Tisn't much I can do, ma'am, I'm sorry to 
say — will ye come inside? {Indicating l.) 

Dorothy. One moment. {Looking at Kathleen) I 
want to speak a word to you — a very important word. 
{To Kitty) You may go. (Kathleen silently ad- 
vances DOWN to R. c, drawing the shawl ahout her, shiv- 
ering, while Kitty looks at her in pity, then in some hes- 
itation, she turns to l.) 

Kitty {looking at Kathleen, speaking to Dorothy). 
I will. {To Kathleen) I'll wait for ye, ma'am, and 
help ye to bed. [EXIT l. 

Dorothy (a short hard laugh). Help you to bed! 



46 Kathleen Mavourneen 

{To Kathleen) That must recall to you that scene in 
your kitchen when you told me how anxious you were 
to be a lady ! 

Kathleen {sorrowfully). When I wanted to be a 
lady! Don't remind me — I was happy until that day, 
when you came, with the red cloak, and I lost me senses. 
{Sinking dejectedly in cJiair at l. of table r. c.) 

Dorothy {advancing to c). Since you constantly re- 
mind us that 5^ou are unhappy, I Avant to tell you some- 
thing that may cheer you. {Drawing tlie letter Kav- 
ANAGH gave Iter from lier dress) 

Kathleen {looking at Iter inquiringly). What can 
it be? 

Dorothy. I am sure my brother has been most kind 
and loving, but you appear to think he neglects you. 
(Kathleen siglis, turning lier head aside) You can- 
not expect him to find pleasure in your society, because 
of the great difference in your education, your man- 
ners 

Kathleen {quiet dignity). He knew before he mar- 
ried me. 

Dorothy. He did not realize it — you planned so 
cunningly to fascinate him, poor man! But his eyes 
are now open, and you cannot be surprised if he finds 
other women attractive 

Kathleen {rising). Stop, if ye please. You are his 
sister, and mine, by law, but if ye come to tell me of me 
husband 's faithlessness, I don 't want to hear it ! 

Dorothy. Since you accept the situation, we will not 
prolong this interview. He is tired of you — thoroughly 
tired and disgusted. 

Kathleen. Tired and disgusted — {In distress) — is 
it true? 

Dorothy. It is true, and more — you will find it ex- 
plained in this letter which he requested me to give you. 
{Handing the letter) The contents may surprise j^ou — 
{A short laugh as she turns toward terrace l.) — but you 
must learn the facts, and so I have brought them to you 
as gently as possible. {On terrace) My dear brother 



Kathleen Mavourneen 47 

wishes to spare yon all lie can; we hope yon will be 
eqnally considerate of onr feelings aiid go qnietly. 

Kathleen {regarding letter ^ puzzled). Go! 

Dorothy. You will understand when you read the 
letter. [EXIT l. 

ENTER Father Cassidy from r. ; lie rejnains quietly up 

stage, unobserved by Kathleen, tvat citing Iter and 
listening as slie reads tlie letter 

Kathleen {contemplating letter) . Understand when 
I read it — a letter from me husband — how strange it 
seems to call the Squire husband — it was Terry I 

thought {Pausing) There's something wrong 

about it — the blood seems lavin' me heart! {Her liands 
trembling in agitation as slie opens tlie letter) What 
could he write to me that he couldn't say to me face? 
{Beading letter) '^ Madam — your dream, must end. 
You think you are my wife — you are not. The man who 
performed the marriage ceremony was not a priest, but 
a friend of mine, who did me the favor." (Kathleen, 
nearly overcome, staggers a step toward r. c. as slie con- 
tinues to read) ''You are not Mrs. Kavanagh — you are 
only the farmer's daughter, Kathleen O'Connor. You 
may go where you please on condition that you do not 
molest me. Good-bye. Bernard Kavanagh!" {In agi- 
tation) Oh! Father in heaven! I am not a wife, but 
only Kathleen O'Connor, without a home, without a 
name! The shame will kill me — kill me! {Slie sivays 
and falls senseless c.) 

Cassidy {advances quickly down c, calling off l. in a 
quick, strong, stern voice). Bernard Kavanagh! 
{Speaking off l.) Come here! Come here! {He turns 
quickly to Kathleen and takes tlie letter from Iter un- 
conscious liand) 
ENTER Bernard Kavanagh from l. quickly, and 

alarmed, followed by Dorothy, also sliowing some 
alarm; slie remains on tlie terrace 

Kavanagh {great surprise). A priest! {Advancing 
a step) Your Reverence — — 



48 Kathleen Mavourneeri 

Cassidy (sternly). You wretch! This is your letter, 
see what it has done! (Pointing to tlie form of Kath- 
leen) But it's a lie — it Avas no friend of yours that per- 
formed that ceremony, although ye thought it was, in 
the dark little chapel of Saint Peter! 

Kavanagh. Who was it ? 

Cassidy. It was meself ! 

Kavanagh (astonisJied) . You! 

Cassidy. A priest of the church! It was a lawful 
marriage! (Drawing certificate from Ms pocket) Here 
is the certificate signed by your own hand. Kathleen 
O'Connor is your wife, in the sight of God and man! 
(Dorothy, on terrace, displays great astonisliment. 
Kavanagh, overcome witJi surprise and anger, stands 
L. 7iear terrace, looking at Cassidy. Cassidy c, indig- 
nantly regarding Kavanagh. Kathleen on the floor, 
motionless. Music — "KatJdeen Mavourneen/* 

Quick Curtain 



ACT III 

Scene I : — Same as Act II. Lights medium, to darken 
at end of Act. At rise Bernard Kavanagh is 
DISCOVERED, pacing restlessly, froivning and ill- 
tempered. 

ENTER from l. on terrace, Dorothy 

Kavanagh (turning to Dorothy, sharply) . Well, 
what is the report? (r. of c.) 

Dorothy (advancing toward c). Kathleen refuses 
to see me. 

Kavanagh (in anger). You should not be refused! 
(Pacing a step or two to r. down stage, and hack again) 

Dorothy. Kitty says she is better and able to walk 
about her room. (Advancing down to l, of c.) 

Kavanagh. Better! (In anger) That letter was 
enough to kill her, yet she refuses to die ! 



Kathleen Mavourneen 49 

Dorothy. These rustics have splendid constitutions 
— you will not find it so easy to get rid of her — she is 
your wife. {Seating lierself l. c.) 

Kavanagh (pausing c, sharply). Don't remind me 
of that ! 

Dorothy. You say our money is gone and that you 
can save yourself only by a rich marriage — but you can- 
not marry while Kathleen lives. 

Kavanagh. That's the point — while Kathleen lives! 
How I hate her — presuming fool ! 

Dorothy. What will you do? 

Kavanagh. Get rid of her ! 

Dorothy {regarding liim in surprise). How? 

Kavanagh. With ruin staring me in the face, I am 
driven to desperate means, which I shall not explain to 
you. 

Dorothy {rising, in some alar^m). You don't mean to 
harm her? 

Kavanagh (c. sternly, determined) . I mean to pro- 
tect myself, — and you ! 

Dorothy {reassured) . You were always resourceful, 
even as a boy, and I am sure you will find a way to rid 
yourself of this horrible mistake. {Turfiing up l. a step) 

Kavanagh. It is, indeed, a horrible mistake ; she will 
suffer most, where she might have spared herself had 
she gone quietly. {Pausing c. down stage) 

Dorothy (up l. near terrace). You forget — she was 
ambitious to be a lady, wife of the Squire, socially prom- 
inent, and supposed to be rich. {Going l. on terrace) 
Women of her stamp are not so easy to shake off — they 
lack our fine sensibilities, brother. {LaugJiing, ratlier 
unpleasantly) 

Kavanagh. You may spare me your sarcasm, sister 
— I am not in the mood to enjoy it. 

DoROTPiY {same tone). To a man holding your strict 
views, Kathleen 's conduct appears shockingly unscrupu- 
lous! {Laugliing again) Doesn't it, brother dear? 
(Kavanagh, greatly irritated, xes toward r.) I won- 



50 Kathleen Mavourneen 

der what Mary Ormsby will say when she hears the 
story? 

Kavanagh {turning sliarply). She shall never hear 
it — you will keep vour month closed and heaven knows 
I will ! 

Dorothy. And her father, David O'Connor? 

Kavanagh. That for the old fool! (Contemptuously 
snapping liis fingers) 

Dorothy. And — Kathleen? {Looking at liim stead- 
ily) 

Kavanagh. Kathleen! {Advancing to c, speaking 
in a steady y cruel tone) Kathleen will never talk, never ! 

Dorothy {a sigli of relief). I am glad to hear it-^ 
I conld never stand the humiliation of having people 
gossip about us! We are such a noble family! {Firmer 
tone) But remember, brother, it is for you to act 
quickly — I must have money to maintain my position, 
and I look to you for it ! 

Kavanagh. I will not disappoint you. 

Dorothy. Shall I carry any message to — your wife? 

Kavanagh {bitterly). Tell her I Vvdsh she was dead! 

Dorothy {liglit laugJi). I will — I am sure she will 
be delighted at your loving remembrance! 

Kavanagh. What a fool a man is! And what 
wretched creatures women are ! Selfish, ungrateful, vain 
and unscrupulous! (Xing to l. c.) But we shall see if 
Father Cassidy's interference does not work her more 
harm than good ! 

Dorothy {going l.). Do not fail to act quicklv. 

[EXIT L. 

ENTER from r. Black Rody, sloucliing in, reptdsive^ 
and ivitli tlie same old pipe in liis moutli 

Rody. Sarvant, Squire. {Toucliing Ms cap as lie ad- 
vances to c.) 

Kavanagh {turning, observing Rody). Rody! I am 
glad you came. {Advancing a step to c.) 



Kathleen Mavourneen 51 

KoDY. Thank ye, Squire. {Swelling in some impor- 
tance as lie advances to cJiair at h. of table, and arranges 
it to seat liimself) 

Kavanagh. You recall our last conversation? 
EoDY. 0' coorse I do. {Seating liimself comfort- 
ably) 

Kavanagh (c, standing). Have you made up your 
mind to do it ? 

RoDY. 0' coorse I have. 
Kavanagh. When ? 
RoDY. To-night. 

Kayanagu {startled). To-night! {Staring at Rody) 
RoDY {calmhj). To-night. Is it soon enough? 
Kavanagh. Yes — {Glancing about nervously) — the 
sooner the better. {Advancing closer to Rody) You re- 
member the terms? 

Rody. O' coorse I do. {A knowing laugli and wink) 
That's somethin' I niver forget. 

Kavanagh. A hundred guineas! It's a large sum! 
{Moving away a step) 

Rody. It's a large job! {Looking at Kay AT<iAGB. sig- 
nificantly) But if ye don't want it did 

Kavanagh {quickly). Yes, yes — I do — I do! 
Rody. Well, thin, I '11 take fifty guineas now, and the 
other fifty whin I finish. 

Kavanagh. Good! {Taking purse from liis pocket) 
I thought you would want it that way — here it is. 
{Handing tlie purse to Rody) You may count it. {Ner- 
vously moving toward l.) 

Rody {taking tlie purse greedily). 0' coorse Twill. 
{Opening purse) I don't want to get cheated! {Taking 
paper notes from tlie purse) Arrah, 'tis a fine sight! 
{Looking at tlie money in deliglit) 
Kavanagh. You will find it correct. 

Rody {counting). One, two, three, four 

Kavanagh {highly nervous). Don't count it like that 
— it gets on my nerves! {Moving restlessly up and 
down l. of c.) 

Rody. Does it now? It don 't affect me that way ! 



52 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Kavanagh {advancing toward Rody). I suppose you 
understand who — who {Pausing significantly) 

EoDY. No, I don't — tell me, who's to be murthered? 

Kavanagh {sliarp invitation). You don't appear to 
have any conscience. {Moving away a step, regarding 
Rody in contempt) 

Rody. Cunschience! I've nothm' to do wid it. 
{Placing tJie purse carefully in his pocket and buttoning 
Jiis coat over it, his eye on Kavanagh) I'm only doin' 
this for ye bekase ye haven't the pluck to do it your- 
self! 

Kavanagh. And because I pay you well. 

Rody. The very reason — I can afford to pay me 
cunschience to hould its tongue. {Rising) Where's the 
place ? 

Kavanagh. Here ! 

Rody {astonished). Here! Ye don't mane — in the 
house? {Indicating l.) 

Kavanagh. No — on the spot where we stand! 

Rody. By me sowl! 'Tis a tidy place for — throat 
cuttin'! 

Kavanagh {close to Rody). Is that the way you ex- 
pect to— do it? 

Rody. It is — I am handy with the knife! {Signifi- 
cantly draiving his finger across his throat) I thought 
ye might select another place — up there in the black 
crag where it's nice and dark, and quiet. {Pointing r.) 

Kavanagh. I could never get her to that spot. 

Rody. Her! It must be a she ye want to get rid of! 

Kavanagh. Yes — a woman. 

Rody. Well, I'm a gintleman, an' always Avillin' to 
oblige the female six. Is she tall or short, or narrow 
(Measuring) — or vv^hat is she like? 

Kavanagh. Medium height, and slender. 

Rody {looking about, then moving closer to Kava- 
nagh). Ye '11 be wantin' to buiy her — where? 

Kavanagh. Here ! 

Rody {astonished). Here! 

Kavanagh. Why not? {Looking at him steadily) 



Kathleen Mavourneen 53 

RoDY {asto7iisJied) . Be all the powers! I thought 
/ was a hard one, but ye have me beat to splintereens ! 

Kavanagh. There is plenty of room over there — (In- 
dicating R.) — for a grave — and if she is missed, no one 
will dare come here looking for her. (A step to l. c.) 
Isn't that a clever arrangement? 

EoDY. It may be clever, as ye call it, but it 's the div- 
il's own head ye have. {To r. up stage, looking about on 
tJie ground) 

Kavanagh. Are you going to do the digging your- 
self? 

RoDY. I am not — Red Barney will gi-e me a hand — 
he's comin' now. {Jerking liis tliumh toward R.) 

Kavanagh. Is he to be trusted with a case like this? 

RoDY. Sure, he's as honest as you are! {Looking in- 
solently at Kavanagh. Kavanagh winces and turns a 
step aside to l.) That's not sayin' much, but it's the 
truth. 

Kavanagh. I suppose I must take my chances. 

RoDY. Ye must — and since ye 're havin ' the perform- 
ance right in front ' your house, we don 't want any dis- 
turbance from anyone. {Indicating l.) 

Kavanagh. There is no one inside except my sister 
and a maid, and — the woman you are to deal with. 

RoDY. Do you want us to make a clean job of it and 
finish your sister and the maid? {Looking at Mm 
boldly) It won't cost ye much extra! 

Kavanagh {sternly). Stop! You horrify me with 
such a proposition! Do you think I'm a wholesale mur- 
derer ? 

RoDY {regarding Imn, ruhhi7ig liis cJiin) . J 'lon't 
know; for a man that can hire out the job you'ic plan- 
nin', I think j^ou're mighty inconsistent. 

Kavanagh. I will send my sister out of the house on 
some pretext, and the maid — take her by the throat and 
toss her in a corner. {Going l. to terrace) I will make 
the final arrangements inside, and see that she walks into 
the trap. AVhen I return, I shall expect to find the deed 
finished, and the body buried! You understand? 



54 Kathleen Mavourneen 

RoDY. I do, and don't forget to bring the other fifty 
guineas so there '11 be no hitch. 

Kavanagh. I shall forget nothing. 

RoDY (xiNG to R.). I'll go for me tools — they're in 
the shrubbery beyant. (Jerking Ms iliumh toward R.) 
— and what's the signal, your honor? {Bowing ivitJi an 
ironical laugli) 

Kavanagh. Whenever you are ready. [EXIT l. 

RoDY. If ye '11 take the advice of a frind, ye '11 let us 
finish ye at the same time, for the hangman's sure to 
get the loikes o' ye, ye black divil! [EXIT r. 

(Terence O'More is Jieard singing "KatMeen Ma- 
vourneen" off R. Or, if tlie song is omitted, tlie music 
is played. The liglits slowly diminisli and cliange to 
moordigJit, as Terence ENTERS slowly from r. He 
looks liaggard and depressed) 

Terence. Ah, sure, it is no heart I have for anything 
since Kathleen left me. (Advancing down c. slowly) 
And this is where she lives, in the fine house, with the 
Squire — her husband! Her husband, and I thought it 
was meself that would be that! I wonder which is her 
Avindow? If I could only see a bit of her sweet face, it 
wovdd be some comfort to me. (Looking l.) 

ENTER from l. Kitty, a ligTit wrap ahout 7ier, and a 
scarf or veil over lier liead 

Kitty. Who is this? (Advancing a step, looking at 
Terence inquiringly) 

Terence (sadly). Ye don't know me any more, 
Kitty? 

Kitty (advancing, recognizing liim). It's Terry — 
me poor boy! (Extending Iter liand, wliicJi lie takes) 
Ah, but ye are changed, Terry, sadly changed ! 

Terence. 'Tis no wonder — if ye knew (Turn- 
ing aside a step, dropping Iter liand) 

Kitty. I do know — she told me all about it. 

Terence. Kathleen ! 



Kathleen Mavourneen 55 

Kitty. She spakes of ye eve-.y day — 'tisn't Mm she 
cares for, 'tis ye. That ought to comfort ye. 

Terence. Not much, bekase she can niver belong to 
me. She's his wife, and nothing can part thim but 
death. 

Kitty {vigorously). Sure, I wish old man death 
would come and get the Squire this very night! {Ve- 
liemently) I hate him! I'd like to choke him with me 
own hands ! 

Terence. Is he cruel to her ? 

Kitty. Cruel! {Indignantly) If ye were to lay 
yourself on a sawbuck and saw yourself into forty pieces, 
it wouldn't hurt as much as the way he treats me poor 
lady! 

Terence. Oh! {Indignantly) If that's so — I'll go 
in (Xing rapidly toivard terrace l.) 

Kitty {in alarm, catching liim hy tlie arm). Oh, no, 
ye mustn't — ye'd make things worse. Mebbe some- 
thing '11 happen to change it all — he's got a fine grin on 
him to-night. (Bernard Kavanagh lauglis lieartily, off 
L.) Ye hear that! {Mimicking scornfully) Ha! ha! 
It's himself! Come away, lad — it's bad if he sees ye 
here! {A step to r.) 

Terence {turning a step toivard c.) D'ye think I 
can bear it to know she's miserable? 

Kitty (r. c. up stage a little). We all are — it's a hard 
world! {SigJiing) But wait! I had me fortune tould 
this mornin', and ould Meg said there's a surprise com- 
in'. I wonder what it is — mebbe Bill is going to get 
work, and marry me ! {Laughing) 

Terence. I am glad you are light hearted, Kitty, and 
I hope ye will try to make it a bit easier for her — Kath- 
leen, Kathleen, me darlin'! {Turning up a step) 

Kitty. She'll com.e out here afther a while 

Terence {turning quickly to Kitty). Here! 

Kitty. If ye hide around a bit, ye might see her. 
I'm sint on an errand, and Miss Dorothy's goin' to a 
concert, so her ladyship will be alone, and she'll slip 
out here for a bit o' the moonlight. 



56 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Terence. The saints bless ye, Kitty, for givin' me 
this bit ' news — I '11 lay down in the bushes over there, 
and if I can only see her, it'll make me happy for a 
\v "^k. {Resume song, or music , of ^^KatJileen" as Ter- 
ence (,'jes slowly to l. u. and EXITS) 

Kitty {long, doleful sigli). Oh Avorra, worra! 'Tis 
full o' trouble this Avhole world is! (Xing to r. u.) 
I hope that fortune teller tould me the truth, and that 
surprise Avill bring us all good luck. {Singing a snatch 
of ''KatUeen," site EXITS r.) 

When Kitty ^5 well off, ENTER from u. Rody, com- 
ing in cautiously, followed hy Red Barney, a char- 
acter of the same type as Rody, repulsive, shabby 
and evil looking. One man carries a pick, the other 
a spade. 

Rody. Come in wid ye and get to work, or the lady 
will be here afore her lodgings are ready. Ha, ha! 
{A short laugh) 

Barney. The devil a bit I'm goin' to disgrace me 
hands with grave diggin'! 

Rody. If ye don't do the work, ye '11 not get the 
money I promised ye. {Drawing some coins from his 
pockets) There it is — waitin' for ye — ve can suit Your- 
self. 

Barney. I'm not a man to break me w^ord. {Tak- 
ing off his jacket) Where is it ye want to lay the lady? 

Rody. Forninst! {Indicating r.) 'Tis a soft bit o' 
turf an' ye '11 have no trouble diggin' it. Ye better 
move these over a bit, in case w^e have a time to hould 
her. {Both men lay down their tools and move the table 
and cliairs r. c. ivell over r., leaving a clear space for the 
struggle scene. During this action Terence sings off l. 
faintly, a bit of the song, ''Kathleen.^* 

Barney {alarmed). What's that? {Listening) 

Rody. Somebody playin' the organ — give a hand. 
{Continuing the work of moving the furniture aside. 



Kathleen Mavourneen 57 

Tlie song diminislies and finally all is quiet. TJie men 
pick up tJieir tools) 

Barney (r. c). The divil a' bit I like o' this. 

EoDY (l. of Barney). 'Tis a bad cunschience ye 
have, and it makes ye narvoiis — ye '11 get used to it bye'n 
bye. {A step to l.) 

Barney. I '11 take a nip to steady meself. {Drawing 
flask from Jiis pocket) 

RoDY (ohserving Barney). Hould a bit. {Taking 
flask from Barney as lie is about to drink) Age before 
honesty ! 

Barney {disconcerted). Make yourself at home, but 
not too much ! 

RoDY. May ye live till ye die, an' may I have the 
pleasure o ' buryin ' ye ! {Drinking from flask) Ah ha! 
{Smacking Ms lips in satisfaction) 'Tis a good thing 
ye brought it. {Taking another hig drink) 

Barney. It is — for you. {Watching Jiim in comic 
apprehension) 

RoDY. Will ye have a bit? {Giving the flask to 
Barney) 

Barney {taking flask, looking at it, nearly empty). 
Ye done well. To meself. {Drinking) 

RoDY. Have ye a light? {Taking his pipe from his 
pocket) 

Barney. I have not. 

Terence {off l., speaks softly hut loud enough to he 
heard) Kathleen! Kathleen! 

Barney {alarmed). What's that? {Putting the flask 
in his pocket) 

RoDY. What's what? {Putting his pipe in his 
pocket) 

Barney {looking up stage). I heard someone spake. 

RoDY. Ye heard nothin' at all — ye hahyl Get to 
work and that'll give ye courage. {Drawing off his 
jacket) 

Barney. Is it here ye want the lady to lay ? ( Going 
to R.) 

RoDY. It is — start beyant there. {Indicates r.) — 



58 Kathleen Mavourneen 

and make a nice deep hole! (Barney EXITS r. i6'it/i 
liis pick. He is supposed to begin digging just off R. 
Presently, lie shovels the earth, and throws it on from r. 
in a pile. This is arranged hij having some fresh earth 
shoveled from a hox off R., and conveys the desired 
impression. Looking r., addresses Barney) Whist! 
There 's someone comin ' ! {Looking l. ) It 's the master ! 
(Up near r, looking l.) 

ENTER from l. on terrace, Bernard Kavanagh. 

Kavanagh. Who's there? 

EoDY. Meself. {Advancing a step) I'm doin' me 
dooty — ye can see. {Indicating the earth and the spade 
he holds) 

Kavanagh {advancing a step toward c, veering about 
nervously) . Yes. Yon are ready? 

RoDY. We are. 

Kavanagh. She will be here in a moment — how are 
you going to settle her? {Advancing to c.) 

RoDY. Wid this! {Advancing to r. of Kavanagh, 
drawing a knife from his pocket) I found it yonder. 
{Indicating r.) There's a name carved on it, which is 
no matter to me. {Rubbing his finger along the blade) 
I sharpened it on the doorstep this morning, and I 
shaved meself af therward to make sure o ' the edge. 
(Barney, off r., continues to throw on the earth) 

Kavanagh. Will you do the — cutting ? 

RoDY. 0' coorse I will! And a neat job I'll make 
of it — ye '11 hear no complaint from the lady. 

Kavanagh. If she resists? 

RoDY. I '11 pin her arms. Barney there — {Indicating 
R. ) — v/ill cotch her be the hair o ' the head, and swing her 
around to a nice comfortable position, and thin — {Sig- 
nificantly draiving the knife across his throat) 

Kavanagh {turning aside in nervous horror). I can't 
stand your graphic description! 

RoDY. Thin, into the hole she goes — and tliin ye pay 
the rest o * the money on the spot ! 



Kathleen Mavourneen 59 

Kavanagh. You shall have it! {Looking l.) She 
is coming — I'll wait out here. {Going quickly to L.) 
Don't prolong it any more than you can help. I am 
not a cruel man, and don't want to inflict suffering. 
Confound it, it Jias shaken my nerves! [EXIT l. 

EoDY {looking after liim). Ye '11 shake for many a 
day, me foine gintleman — an' the ghost '11 be hantin' 
your dreams! But that's none o' me business; I'm 
only doin' the dooty I'm paid for. {Turning to r. to 
Barney) Whist a bit — quiet! (Barney stops throw- 
ing tJie eartli; Eody looks cautivushj off toward tlie ter- 
race L. Then lie EXITS r. noiselessly. Lights well 
down. Mnsic off at hack, very soft — "Kathleen Mavour- 
neen.^') 

KathIjT^eis! {speaking off u, softly) . Kitty. (ENTER 
Kathleen from l. on terrace) Kitty! {Advancing a 
step, looking about) No one here — how silent it is! I 
thought I heard Terence singing the dear old song — 
but it must have been only my fancy! {Advancing to 
L. of c.) 

RE-ENTER Rody from r., advancing to r. of 
Kathleen. 

RoDY. Good even to ye, ma'am! {Looking at her 
with an ugly gi^in) 

Kathleen {startled at his rough appearance). Oh! 
Who are ye? 

RoDY. Sure I don't think ye'd recognize me name 
if I Avas to tell ye. 

Kathleen. What do you want? {Stop music) 

RoDY {close to Kathleen). 'Tis your beautiful self 
we want. Ye are to be put away, on the master's orders, 
and it 's a hundred guineas we 're gettin ' for doin ' it ! 

Kathleen {in horror). Great heaven! You don't 
mean that you want to kill me! 

RoDY. We do. {Quick change to rough manner) 
Barney, where are ye? Quick wid ye! 



6o Kathleen Mavourneen 

ENTER Barney quickly from r., carrying his pick 

Kathleen {retreating in terror-). No — no! you can- 
not mean it! Kavanagh is heartless but he would not 
have you murder me ! I '11 not believe it ! 

RoDY. Ye '11 believe it soon enough. {Dropping 
spade, drawing knife from liis belt) There's the tool 
to cut your throat as nice as ye please — stand still, will 
ye? {Moving toward Iter) 

Kathleen. I '11 fight for my life ! help ! mercy ! 
mercy! {Crying out in terror) 

RoDY {quick to Barney). Get her by the arms! 
(Barney drops liis pick and rusJies at Kathleen, catch- 
ing her by the arms and pinioning her, Kathleen con- 
tiinmig to struggle and cry out) Hould her tight and 
draw back her head! {Flourishing the knife) 

Kathleen {screaming). Save me! Father in 
Heaven! save me! 

RoDY {endeavoring to reach Kathleen). Hould still, 
ye! It's onreasonable for ye to be actin' like this! 
It'll be over in a minute! {Advancing toward Kath- 
leen) 

Kathleen {loud scream). Help! help! save me! 
save me! {As Rody reaches Kathleen and the struggle 
increases, Terence runs in from l. Kathleen con- 
tinuing to struggle with Barney) 

Terence. What's this! Are ye murtherin' a help- 
less woman! {Without recognizing Kathleen in the 
darkness, he rushes at Barney a7id strikes him a heavy 
blow, sending him to the floor. Rody, on seeing Ter- 
ence, drops the knife c. and picks up the spade to attack 
Terence. As Barney rolls well over r. he remains mo- 
tionless, and Kathleen, released, staggers down to L. c, 
crouching on her knees in terror, her back to Terence) 

Rody {to Terence, in fury). Ye middlin' divil! I'll 
knock your brains out! {He attacks Terence ivith the 
spade; Terence grabs the spade, wrenching it from 
Rody. Terence and Rody engage in a desperate strug- 
gle, Rody at first gaining the advantage and as the 



Kathleen Mavourneen 6x 

scene is worked to liigli excitement Rodt is about to 
strike Terence wlien Terence gives liim the final blow. 
RoDY falls well up r., remaining motionless) 

Terence. That '11 do the pair o ' ye a while, me buck ! 
{Observing Kathleen, croucliing down l. c.) Oh, the- 
poor lady! {Advancing a step) Ye needn't be fright- 
ened, ma 'am — no one can hurt ye now ! 

Kathleen {trembling and terrifi.ed). May the saints 
bless ye, sir, for savin' a poor girl from death! {Rising ^ 
facing Terry) And ye a stranger! {The light from 
the moon strikes across the scene, lighting the forms of 
Kathleen and Terence) 

Terence. A stranger {As the light strikes 

Kathleen, he recognizes her) Kathleen ! 

Kathleen {recognizing Terence). Terence! 

Terence. Me own Kathleen Mavourneen! It's you 
the villains were goin ' to murther ! 

Kathleen. Be the orders o' him — Kavanagh — he 
paid thim to do it! 

Terence {in rage). Be the powers o' heaven! I 
wish I could, lay me hands upon him this minute! 

ENTER from l. u., quickly, Bernard Kavanagh 

Kavanagh. Is it done? {Advancing quickly down 
to L. of c.) 

Terence {facing Kavanagh). Kavanagh, ye come at 
the right time! Stand aside, Kathleen! {Standing c, 
he quickly passes Kathleen to R. of him, and rolls up his 
sleeves, his eyes on Kavanagh) 

Kavanagh (down l. of c, quick). Who are you? 

Terence. The man you robbed of a wife! {hidi- 
cating Kathleen) And the man who saved her from 
your murtherin ' tools ! There they are, the pair of thim ! 
{Indicating the bodies of Rody and Barney) 

Kavanagh {in rage). What! have you killed them? 

Terence. I hope so — the grave-diggers ! Ye can have 
the grave for your own evil body — I'm going to sind 



62 Kathleen Mavourneen 

ye to it! {He picks up tlie knife ivJiere Rody dropped 
it c.) 

Kavanagh {in terror). Kathleen — will you see this 
scoundrel kill your own loving husband! 

Terence. She will — ye whinin ' scoundrel ! your time 
has come! {He rusJies at Kavanagh and stabs Jiim) 
That blow is for meself — and this one is for Kathleen ! 
{Striking Mm again with tlie knife) 

ENTER from r., quickly, Father Cassidy 

Kavanagh {staggering). He killed me — he — killed 
me! {He falls near c. and Terence drops tlie knife 
beside Mm) 

Kathleen. Terry! (Father Cassidy advances 
quickly to Kavanagh) 

Cassidy. Terry 'More, have you done this ? {Pick- 
ing up knife, looking at it) Your name on the handle! 

Terence. Ye can charge me with it, but the Father 
in heaven knows it was a just deed, to save the life of an 
innocent woman! (Terence c. an arm about Kathleen 
— on Ms R. Cassidy, near Kavanagh) 

QUICK CURTAIN 



Kathleen Mavourneen 63 

NOTE. — The curtain remains lowered two minutes on 
Scene I to denote the passing of time. Replace the 
furniture as it was at the beginning of Act III, remove 
tools and signs of struggle, leave earth where it was 
thrown in previous scene. Lights about half down to a 
dull, cold gray. 

Scene II. — Same as Scene I. TJie curtain rises on a 
clear stage. If available use organ music at tlie he- 
ginning. Organ off r. in the distance, playing a 
solemn Jiymn. Instead of an organ, a plionograpli 
may he used to get tJiis effect, using an organ record. 
TJie curtain rises slowly, and tJie music is continued 
a few seconds. 

ENTER ^ro77i l. on terrace, Kitty. SJie comes in slowly, 
Iter manner and dress subdued. 

Kitty {pausing on terrace). Oh, worra, me heart is 
heavy as a stone ! The saints forgive me — I 'm not sorry 
for the master's death — but only for me poor lady. 
(ENTER from R. Father Cassidy) Father! I'm 
glad to see ye! {Advancing) Is there any good news, 
your Riverence? {Tlie music sloivly ceases) 

Cassidy (down to r. of c). I'm sorry there is not, 
child. It's the very worst! {Sigliing) 

Kitty. Sure, don't say that 

Cassidy. Our poor friend, Terence 'More, has been 
condemned to death! 

Kitty {sJiocked). Heaven save us! How could they 
iver do that to the poor young man ! 

Cassidy. The Squire's friends had influence, and 
Terry had none ! Besides, there is no denyin ' he killed 
Kavanagh. 

Kitty. It was to save the life of her ladyship — she 
would have been in her grave but for Terry. 

Cassidy. It's all against Terry. 

Kitty. Father, ye know him well — he wouldn't hurt 
a kitten of his own free will. 



64 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Cassidy. I know — he deserves mercy 

Kitty. He's not gettin' it! {Indignantly) I'll go 
to the iail meself and let him out! 

Cassidy. Ye can do nothing ! Stay and comfort your 
mistress. 

Kitty. It'll kill her, your Riverence, — the news will 
kill her dead! {A step to l. looking off) 

Cassidy. It is very sad. I thought she might like 
to say a word to the lad, before (Pausing) 

Kitty (indignantly). Before they murther him! 
{Returning to c.) She would — but she's not strong 
enough to go to the prison. 

Cassidy. I thought of that; the jailer is a kind- 
hearted man — he belongs to me own parish — he 's known 
Terry since he was a schoolboy, and so he gave me his 
promise Terry should be brought here to say good-bye 
to her ladyship. 

Kitty. Say good-bye t Oh, the divils ! The hathens, 
to hang poor Terry! 

Cassidy. Ye better keep civil about it, Kitty. It'll 
do no good to protest. It's a sad day for us, and all 
we can do is to pray for his soul. 

ENTER, from L. on terrace, Kathleen, very pale, in 
so7nher dress, hut not black. 

Kathleen. Father! (Advancing) 

Cassidy. Kathleen, me child. (Advancing a step. 
Kitty turns up c. as Kathleen and Cassidy advance 
to meet c.) 

Kathleen. Terry — where is Terry? (Regarding 
Cassidy in great anxiety) 

Cassidy. Ye must try to be brave. ( Taking Jier Tiand 
in sympathy) 

Kathleen. I remember — they put him in prison — 
it is all me own fault! 

Cassidy. 'Tis not your fault, Kathleen. 

Kathleen (in distress). It is, it is. Father! If I 



Kathleen Mavourneen 65 

had niver left me home and come here, Terry would be 
happy, and so would I ! ( WitJidrawing lier hand from 
Cassidy, weeping softly) 

Ci^ssiDY. He is coming here to see ye — ye must be 
more cheerful, unless ye want to make him sadder than 
he is. 

Kathleen. Here! Father! Can I speak to him? 
{Regarding Jiim eagerly) 

Cassidy. Ye can. 

Kathleen. I can speak to Terry! the saints be 
praised! {Clasping Tier hands in thanksgiving. Kitty, 
UP c, looks off L.) 

Kitty. Here comes someone — ^yes, it's Terence! 

Kathleen {in agitation). Terry — Terry! 

Cassidy. Stay where ye are a bit, and try to keep 
a brave heart. {Turning down r. of c.) Ah, poor 
woman! {The organ music is resumed, very soft in the 
distance. Kitty moves to a position icell over r. up 
stage. Kathleen r. of c. down stage, looking eagerly 
toward l. u. Father Cassidy over r. down stage) 

ENTER from l. the Jailer. 

Jailer {bowing respectfully to Kathleen). Good- 
day to you, Mrs. Kavanagh. I'm doing this as a favor 
to his Reverence, but my orders are that the prisoner 
can stop but a few moments. 

Kathleen {agitated). The prisoner! Only let me 
spake to him, and I'll bless ye all the days 0' me life! 
{Organ music continued. ENTER from l. Terence 
O'MoRE. If convenient, he should he accompanied by 
two guards, one on each side of him. They carry guns, 
and dress in the uniform of the British service, not 
field uniforms. They remain up c. stolid, throughout 
the scene.j Terence is very pale, and his hands ivear 
handcuffs with a chain, which is long enough to permit 
him to raise his arms freely. He pauses up c.) 

Terence. Kathleen! (Kathleen, overcome as she 



66 Kathleen Mavourneen 

observes Mm, weeps and advances to Mm) My poor 
Kathleen! (With arms about Tier) 

Kathleen {weeping as sJie Jiears tlie cJiains rattle). 
Oh, Terry! this is my work! 

Terence. No, darling it's me own! Sure, Mavour- 
neen, ye mustn't wape like that. 

Kathleen. Do you mane they're goin' to let ye go 
free? {Looking at Mm) 

Terence. No. {Shaking his head mournfully) 

Kathleen {in alarm). No! {She retreats a step, 
which brings her down to R. of c.) What do ye mane? 

Terence {advancing down c. a step). I took the 
life of a fellow creature, and him in the midst of his 
sins, and now I am condemned to stand before the One 
who reads the heart of every one of us! {Solemnly 
making the sign of the cross) 

Kathleen {hysterically) . Oh, no, no, Terry! They 
couldn 't condemn ye — your blood would be on me head ! 
{"Weeping as she advances to him) 

Terence. No, darlin', it was me own rage and the 
wrong he did ye. {With an arm about her) I loved 
ye, Kathleen Mavourneen, and I would have died for ye, 
but now, 'tis all over, only, I hope ye '11 not forget me 
when I'm gone. 

Kathleen. Oh, Terry, Terry, I can't bear it, I can't 
live! {Weeping) 

Terence. Ye must live, darlin', till your time comes. 
Pray for me, will ye do that, until we meet again! {A 
bell tolls off r. in the distance) There's the bell ! {Tak- 
ing her hands from about his shoulders and holding 
them as the Jailer advances down a step, significantly) 
I must lave ye ! 

Kathleen. No — no — they shall not part us — I '11 die 

with ye {She becomes hysterical as the guards, at 

a signal from the Jailer, fall in line up c.) 

Terence. Farewell, Kathleen Mavourneen — I've not 
long to live, but while me heart beats, it's all for ye. 
{Looking at Cassidy) Good-bye, Father — ye've taught 
me patience and courage. Spake a kind word to the 



Kathleen Mavourneen 67 

poor girl — her heart's breakin', and so is me own. 
(Gently releasing Kathleen's hands, she weeping vio- 
lently) I'm ready now, ready to die like a Christian 
and a man! (Terence turns up c, taking his place be- 
tween the guards; the hell tolls louder; the procession 
starts off L. u. slowly, the Jailer following) 

Kathleen {hysterically). Oh, the bell, the bell! the 
sound of it drives me mad! (Observing Terry going 
off) Terry — come back to me — come back to your own 
Mavourneen! (The procession moves toward l. and 
finally off. Kathleen drops to her knees up c, weep- 
ing, her arms outstretched toward Terence as he disap- 
pears. Bell and organ continue. Kitty up r. of c. 
weeping softly. Father Cassidy down r. depressed) 

SLOW CURTAIN 



ACT IV 

Scene. — Sayne as Act I. Next morning. Lights on full; 
lively music, ''St. Patrick's Bay.'' At rise Kath- 
leen DISCOVERED asleep on bench, r. c, with 
cloak over her, as she appeared at the end of Act I. 
The music is continued for a few seconds, and the 
singing of the birds is heard off R. When curtain 
is well up, Kathleen stirs, and speaks drowsily. 

Kathleen (repeating her lines from end of Act III). 
The bell, the l3ell! No, they shall not part us. Terry, 
come back to me, come back to your own Mavourneen! 
(Opening her eyes) Terry! (Rubbing her eyes) What 
does it all mane? (Rising a little, more awake) Sure, 
where am I? 'Tis mighty queer I feel — with the could 
chills. (Shivering) I thought I was married and about 
to be killed! (Looking about, her manner bewildered, 
then she observes the cloak about her) Me cloak! Me 
beautiful cloak! (Removing it, leaving it on bench, as 



68 Kathleen Mavourneen 

sJie rises to a sitting position) Me ring! {Observing 
the ring on Iter finger) I wonder how it came there! 
I don 't understand it at all at all, onless I 'm out o ' me 
sinses ! ( Tli e music of ' ' Sai7it Patrick 's Day" stops, and 
Terry is heard singing a snatch of the song, or ^^ Kath- 
leen Mavourneen") Terry's voice! If he can sing like 
that he must be livin' ! {Rising, leaving cloak on bench, 
facing r. v.) 

ENTER Terence O'More from d. r., singing. Stop 
bird whistle. 

Terence {as he enters). Kathleen, me darlin', where 
are ye? 

Kathleen {joyously). Oh, Terry! Terry himself! 
Bless your heart and thank the saints! {She rushes to 
Terry and throws her arms about him. Terence is 
greatly astonished at Kathleen's action) 

Terence. Good luck to ye, darlin' — I'm glad ye 're 
receivin' me so warmly. {Laughing as he embraces her) 
'Tis a good sign! 

Kathleen. Are ye sure ye are alive? {Lookimg at 
him, bewildered) 

Terence. I am that — ye can pinch me an' ye '11 hear 
me squeal! 

Kathleen. And they let ye go free? 

Terence. Who 'd be af ther hinderin ' me ? 

Kathleen. The chains — where 's the chains ? {Look- 
ing closely at his hands) 

Terence {puzzled). What ails ye? 

Kathleen. The chains 

Terence. Oh ! it 's change ye mane — the divil a bit I 
have but a sixpence in me pocket. {Tapping his pocket) 

Kathleen. Thin — they changed their minds — 
they're not goin' to hang ye? 

Terence {astonished) . Hang me! Who'd be afther 
hangin' me? 

Kathleen. The hangman, but I pleaded with him. 



Kathleen Mavourneen 69 

I saved ye, Terry; I saved ye! {Again throwing Tier 
arms about Mm) 

Terence {embracing Tier). Save me again, Mavour- 
neen — save me as hard as ye can ! 

Kathleen {delighted) . I'm so glad, Terry — I can't 
express me feelin's! 

Terence. Nor I. Sure, 'tis a fine thing to be saved 
like this! 

Kathleen {drawing back a bit). 'Twas a terrible 
thing ye did, Terry! 

Terence. Sure, was it now? 

Kathleen. And ye '11 have to do a hard penance! 

Terence. Will I — for what? I niver harmed a man 
in all me life ! 

Kathleen {shocked). Glory be to goodness, how can 
ye say that ! 

Terence. 'Tis the truth. 

Kathleen {shaking her head at him reprovingly). 
Ah, Terry, Terry, ye '11 lose yer soul tellin' stories like 
that! 

Terence. Arrah, what do ye mane by accusin' me? 

Kathleen {drawing back a step). Didn't ye pick up 
the spade — 'twas lyin' on the ground. (>S^7ie re-enacts 
the struggle of Act II. Terence watches her in puzzled 
amazement, as they continue to misunderstand each 
other, and play at cross-purposes) 

Terence. The spade ? Faith, I pick up a spade every 
day 0' me life. 

Kathleen. And didn't ye go at him like that — with 
all your might ! {Imitating) And didn't ye hit him a 
fearful blow? 

Terence. Well, I might have raised me spade to 
drive Finnerty's ould mule out 0' me path 

Kathleen. 'Twasn't a mule ye hit 

Terence. Thin it must have been a pig. 

Kathleen {looking at him in solemn manner). 'Twas 
a human him! The sight of it — I can see it before me 
eyes! {Turning a step aside in horror) 

Terence. Ye can — 'tis more thin I see — and I want 



70 Kathleen Mavourneen 

ye to understand that I'd niver be doin' anything so 
ongintlemany ! 

Kathleen {looking at Mm, in surprise). Didn't ye 
brain him with the spade? {Imitating) 

Terence. Do ye mane the pig? 

Kathleen (ijTifaiecZ). 'Tis no pig I'm talkin' about 
— well ye know it ! 

Terence. Faith, I don 't think a mule has any brains 
at all at all! {LaugJiing, as lie turns a step down to 
R. c.) 

Kathleen {advancing down a step). I don't mane a 
mule — I mane, Black Rody! 

Terence {regardiiig Tier in surprise). Black Rody I 
The best friend I have ! 

Kathleen. Ye killed him ! 

Terence. I did? Well, thin, all I can say — ^he^s a 
mighty healthy-lookin ' dead man, bekase I met him in 
the lane beyant not tin minutes ago ! 

Kathleen. Oh, Terry, 'twas his ghost came back to 
hant ye! {Draiving hack in comic terror) 

Terence {some impatience). What the divil are ye 
talkin' about anyhow, Kathleen? 

Kathleen {indignantly) . What am I talkin' about? 
Ain 't ye the innocent creature ! Ye won 't deny that ye 
stabbed the Squire like that? {Imitating tJie tlirust of 
Act III) 

Terence {amazed). I did! I killed the Squire! 

Kathleen. Ye did! 

Terence. Ye '11 have me murtherin' the whole neigh- 
borhood if ye keep on talkin ' like this ! 

Kathleen. Didn't I see it with me own eyes, and 
Father Cassidy accusin' ye? 

Terence. Ye niver saw me harmin' a livin' soul — I 
can prove it by his Riverence! 

Kathleen. Thin, what wasi it? If I didn't see ye 
with me own eyes, thin it must be maddish I am! 

Terence. I'll take ye no matter how mad ye are, 
Mavourneen. {Advancing, placing an arm about lier, 



Kathleen Mavourneen 71 

leading Iter down c.) I'm not a bit afraid 0' ye, if ye 
are crazy! 

Kathleen. Do ye think I'm crazy, Terence? 

Terence. Not if ye say *'Ye^/' darlin'! 

Kathleen. Why should I say *'Yes," Terry? 

Terence. Do ye mind what I was speakin' to ye 
about ? 

Kathleen. Whin was this? 

Terence. Yisterday ! 

Kathleen (puzzled). Yisterday! Thin, what's to- 
day? 

Terence. Sure, to-day is to-morry — no, no — I mane 
to-day is yisterday! (Comic irritation) What the divil 
do I mane anyhow? Ye 're havin' me as loony as ye are 
yourself ! 

Kathleen. Faith, Terry, I'm that mixed, I don't 
know what I'm sayin' — do ye? 

Terence (with a comic, knowing wink). I always 
know what I'm sayin' — I've a superior intilligence in 
me mind, and a wonderful brain — but not for thinkin ' ! 

Kathleen (looking at cloak on bench r.). There's 
me red cloak! that's rale! And there's me ring — (Ob- 
serving it on her fingers) That's rale! 

Terence. It is — I'll take it for safe keep in' — seein' 
ye are so onresponsible. (Taking the ring from her 
finger, dropping it in his pocket) 

Kathleen (looking at table l.). And there's the tay 
pot — (Xing to table) — where we had our tay, and a bit 
of a cake — where 's me father! (In comic alarm) Oh, 
Terry, where 's me father? I hope ye didn't stab him! 
(Turning to l. door quickly, opening door) 

Terence. He niver showed himself at the church this 
mornin' — and this Saint Patrick's Day! 

Kathleen (looking off l.). There he is — asleep! 
(O'Connor off l. snores — loud) Snorin'! 

Terence. 'Tis somethin' more than sleep that's 
afther houldin' him in a sweet embrace! (Imitating 
flask at his lips) 



72 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Kathleen {a step toward c). I don't remember 
goin' to bed last night! 

Terence. Whin I went out, ye were on the bench 
there — {Indicating bench R. c.) — an' the last word ye 
said was, ' ' Good-night, Terry, darlin '. ' ' 

Kathleen {puzzled). "Good-night, Terry, darlin'!" 
On the bench — with me beautiful red cloak over me! 
{Ahmpt exclamation) Terry! (Terry gives a comic 
start at Iter exclamation) I know what it manes! I've 
been asleep ! 

Terence. Ye have — {Disgusted) I don't see any- 
thing very excitin ' in that ! 

Kathleen. I must have been dreamin'! {A hit Jiys- 
terical) Dreamin'! It w^as all a dream — ye didn't kill 
Rody — nor the Squire — and they didn 't hang ye ! 

Terence. They did not! 

Kathleen. A dream! thank the saints! It was a 
dream! Praise heaven! {Laughing hysterically. Ter- 
ence moves a step down r. hastily, looking at her in 
comic alaryn) 

Terence. That'll do — hould yer peace — don't be 
tryin' to act too loony! 

Kathleen {changing abruptly, to gentle tone). 
Terry, come here, lad! Are you afraid o' me? {Ex- 
tending her hands to him) I won't hurt ye 

(Terry, watching her closely, creeps forward, with 
comic effect) I'll niver harm ye, and it's not crazy I 
am 

Terence. I don't know — but I'll take ye anyhow. 
{An ai^m about her) There's no denyin', I wish ye'd 
lave off that foolishness! 

Kathleen. 'Twas an awful dream, and me own 
fault — goin' to sleep on the bench there, with the door 
open. I'll tell ye all about it. {Lookirig at him stead- 
ily) I don't think there ought to be any secrets between 
husband and wife. 

Terence. 0' coorse not — a wife should tell her hus- 
band everything, but a husband should be mighty care- 



Kathleen Mavourneen 73 

ful what he mentions to his wife! {Winking know- 
ingly) 

Kathleen. Ye are not me husband yet, Terry. 

Terence. I'm goin' to be, Mavourneen. 

Kathleen {promptly). 0' coorse ye are. 

Terence. Well, thin, tell me the secret. 

Kathleen, 'Tis this — {Producing tlie letter of Act 
I from Iter pocket) This is a letter from the Squire. 
(Terence takes the letter, looking at it. Bird wJiistle 
ojf R.) I read it, and thin I went to sleep, and thin I 
had a dream 

Terence. 'Twas a nightmare, I'm thinkin'! But 
now ye are awake — 'tis the next morning, the beau- 
tiful day o' Saint Patrick — do ye hear the birds — do ye 
mind I towld ye I 'd come for me answer, darlin ' ! 

Kathleen. Ye have it — yes, Terry! {Offering Iter 
hand) 

Terence {taking her hand). Ah, that makes me heart 
bate like a pump! (Kathleen draws her hand aivay. 
Regarding letter) Accordin' to this, the Squire will 
come for his answer — we'll give it to him without keep- 
in' him waitin'! 

Kathleen {apprehensively). Promise me ye won't 
stab him! 

Terence. I'll talk to him like the gintleman I am — 
the future husband o' Kathleen O'Connor! {Stop bird 
whistle) 

Kathleen. I '11 be that ashamed to meet him. (Xing 
to R. in front of he^ich) But ye '11 let me keep me red 
cloak, Terry? {Picking up cloak and throwing it about 
her) 

Terence. If ye 're a mind, since it was a present 
from Miss Dorothy Kavanagh. ( (Xing to l. of c.) 

Kathleen. Miss Dorothy! Ah, but wasn't she mane 
to me — in me dream! I can niver realize it till I see 
thim walkin' about! 



74 Kathleen Mavourneen 

ENTER Black Eody from r., pausing in tlie doorway. 
He is still tJie rough Irishynan, hut gentle and 
smiling. 

RoDY. The top o' the mornin' to ye, Miss Kathleen 

'Connor. 

Kathleen {turning sliarply, displaying tlie old 
alarm). Oh, Rody! Ye 're not come to harm me? 
RoDY {looking at Tier in surprise). Harm ye? Didn't 

1 know ye since ye were a little grasshopper so high? 
{Measuring) I wouldn't harm a hair o' your head? Is 
O'Connor about? I'll go look for him. {Singing a 
snatch of Irish song, he saunters off l., passing the win- 
dow) 

Kathleen. I hope I didn't hurt his feelin's! 

ENTER D. R. Bernard Kavanagh. His manner as it 
was in Act I. 

Kavanagh. Good morning, Miss Kathleen! {Ad- 
vancing a step to c.) 

Kathleen {staring at him). The Squire! Alive! 
The saints be praised — are ye — are ye well, your honor ? 
{Timidly advancing a step) 

Kavanagh. I never felt better in my life! {Light 
laugh) 

KatuIjEE^ {heartily). Oh! I 'm that glad to hear it I 
{She suddenly grasps his hand and wrings it heartily) 
Heaven bless ye for livin ' ! 

Terence {observing Kathleen). That'll do I'm 
thinkin' — enough is more thin a plinty! 

Kavanagh {to Kathleen). Thank you for your 
hearty greeting! 

Kathleen. You're mighty welcome. {Dropping his 
hand, retreating a step to R. c.) How is your sister? 
And how's Kitty? 

Kavanagh. Both well. {Glancing at Terence) 
This is 

Kathleen. Terry — don't ye know Terry? 

Kavanagh {to Kathleen). You remember I told 
you I would call this morning for my answer? 



Kathleen Mavourneen 75 

Terence. Ye did, and I 'm her secretary, and answer 
all her letters. {Displaying the letter lie Jiolds) 

Kavanagh {somewliat disconcerted). Oh, indeed! I 
don't think you can answer tliis one. 

Kathleen. Go on, Terry — spake out — quick, before 
I have another fit. {An eccentric gesture) 

Kavanagh {turning quickly to Kathleen). Fit! are 
you subject to fits? 

Kathleen {quick, winking at Terence) . Oh, yis, yis ! 
Do ye want to see one? 

Kavanagh {quick alarm). No, indeed 

Kathleen. I go clean off me head ! 

Kavanagh {nervously) . Of course, if that's the case, 
the — the matter is ended. {Looking toward door up r.) 

Kathleen {a step forward). Ye don't care to marry 
a crazy woman, Squire? 

Kavanagh {fervently). No, indeed! 

Kathleen. Well, Terence does — he's not particular 
— a bit soft himself — about me — so we'll agree beauti- 
fully! 

Kavanagh {relieved). I am very glad to hear it, — 
very! {Grasping lier Jiand, sliaking it ivarmly) I can't 
tell you how glad I am! 

Terence. Tell me! 

Kavanagh {turning quickly to Terence, grasping 
Ms Jiand) I congratulate you! {Sliaking Ms liand in 
the same vigorous manner) I do, indeed! 

Terence. Thank ye! {With a vigorous wrench he 
frees his hand) I don't want to be too hard on ye, so 
if ye 're a mind, ye can give us a snug little farm — a few 
acres o' land will mane nothin' to ye — and we'd like a 
few cows, and a pig or two for good measure! 
Kathleen. Shame on ye, Terry! 
Kavanagh. You shall have them! {Laughing) 
Gad! I think I'm getting off easy! {Glancing at 
Kathleen, and, in coraic apprehension, retreating a step 
or two UP stage) 

Kathleen. Faith, ye don't know how lucky ye are! 
{Engaged in arranging the cloak about her, as she stands 
R. c. DOWN stage) 



76 Kathleen Mavourneen 

Terence. I don't want ye to give us these things for 
nothin', Squire, so, if yell allow me, I'll present ye 
with this illegant diamond ring. {Advancing, drawing 
fhe ring from liis pocket and offering it to Kavanagh) 
It's a prisint for ye in return for the pigs and cows! 

Kavanagh. Thank you! {Taking ring) You are 
very generous. 

Terence. I can't help it — 'tis me Irish nature! 

ENTER Dorothy d. r. 

Dorothy. I thought I w^ould find you here, brother. 
{Advancing) 

Kathleen. Good mornin', ma'am! {Bowing to 
Dorothy) 

Dorothy (up stage, l. of Kavanagh). Kathleen! I 
expected to see you in church this morning, in your new 
cloak. 

Kathleen. Ah, ma'am, ye '11 see me there — be the 
side 0' Terry! {LaugJiing, indicating Terence l. c.) 

Dorothy. Indeed! {Lookirig at Terence) I am 
delighted to hear it — I shall send you a beautiful wed- 
ding present. 

Kathleen. Hear that, Terry. (ENTER Father 
Cassidy d. r.) Your Riverence 

Cassidy {mildly reproacliful) . I missed ye from the 
choir this mornin', Kathleen O'Connor. {Advancing a 
step DOWN R.) Ye must have been oversleeping yourself 
this fine day! 

Kathleen. Forgive me, Father, I '11 tell ye all about 
it whin I come to confession next Saturday. 

ENTER fi'om d. r., Kitty, carrying a small prayer hook. 
SJie comes in briskly, followed by Bill Button Cap. 

Kitty. Faith, your ladyship, ye left your prayer 
book in your pew! {Advancing to Dorothy, giving Tier 
prayer book) 

Bill. And I found it! Oh what a villain I am! 



Kathleen Mavourneen 77 

(RoDY appears outside window c. looking in, till end. 
Bird wliistle off r.) 

Terence. Are ye wide awake now, Kathleen 
Mavourneen? (Advancing to c.) 

Kathleen. I am. {Advancing to Terry, addressing 
audience) And I want to give me friends a bit of ad- 
vice — if ye don't want the nightmare, don't iver go to 
bed with your shoes on! (Everybody laughs lightly. 
Music, *' Kathleen Mavourneen") 

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